Territory

Hazel was not a wolf, nor did she ever intend on stumbling along a lost wolf on her scavenge in the forest. His ears were held high his teeth bared at the tall slightly plump, glasses frame witch he laid his eyes on. She had this awful nervous habit of talking when she wasn't meant too and that she reckoned is how she ended up blurting out a fudge recipe to the wolf in front of her as she rung her hands behind her back trying to remember the simplest of spells. She was a talented witch but a witch without a place in her own community her parents knew she was meant for more, but Hazel was okay with anywhere that held a book and a mug of coffee. She was awkward, abrasive and sassy but most of all she was taken to the territory.