Oceana Wavera Hannah Gracelie
Hannah looks up to see a boy talking to her. With one hand resting on Blackie's scruff she holds the other one out for a handshake. "Ello, I'm Hannah." she says in her Australian accent as her blond hair blows some in the breeze. "You don't have to worry about Blackie, he wouldn't hurt a fly." she reassures him as she pets her wolf. Blackie picks then to growl. Hannah nudges him with her leg to get him to be quiet. "Well, he wouldn't unless I let him." she amends with a small sheepish smile.
Hannah looks up to see a boy talking to her. With one hand resting on Blackie's scruff she holds the other one out for a handshake. "Ello, I'm Hannah." she says in her Australian accent as her blond hair blows some in the breeze. "You don't have to worry about Blackie, he wouldn't hurt a fly." she reassures him as she pets her wolf. Blackie picks then to growl. Hannah nudges him with her leg to get him to be quiet. "Well, he wouldn't unless I let him." she amends with a small sheepish smile.










