Gray Wolf Clan
A beautiful girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old sat on her feet with them folded underneath her. Her hands were calmly placed in her lap and her eyes were closed while she waited for the head of the family to enter the room. A breeze blew through the open window, gently teasing her long blonde hair. Two wolf-like ears sat atop her head and twitched in reaction to the sound of the door knob turning.
The girl humbly took up a bowing position, waiting for the person entering to sit at the table across from her. Once she had heard him completely settle, a gentle, comforting voice filled the room. "Raise your head daughter."
"Yes, father."
His eyes were a faded gray, similar to that of a cloudy day threatening rain, the same as her own. Before her sat a document that had been rolled up. She reached for it and unfurled the sheet.
"We received that news a few weeks ago, Kalliope."