Jade Fern Grove one but not the same

While he was no expert tracker, it would have seemed that Pasha had come at least a little bit close. Close enough that Haven found him all on her own, when he had hoped for it to be the other way around. He had no more gained his fill from the crisp water when a bark pulled his attention swiftly from the action. He swallowed as he found her; for a moment all processes locked up as he tried to place her. But he couldn't, he didn't know her. Yet the description that his mother gave him seemed to match the wolf he had been looking for — large, grey and white. Only it seemed she had a little bit of an earthy tinge to her too.

"Uh," he started, "yeah, yeah I am. That's my dad." She got the drop on him in conversation, too. He compensated for it. "You must be that wolf my mom was talking about. It's Haven, right? I'm Pasha." She seemed cheerful enough, but it was clear he had his leeriness towards her. Of course that may as well have been natural coming from him, if only because she hadn't been apart of their pack for long at all. And just as Bazi had told him, there were no guarantees that she would stay.