Sun Mote Copse conflagration

It did not take long for one of the guardians of the pack to find her, as she was traipsing quite close. She was distracted momentarily by the sound of rushing water and even deviated away from the heavy pack scent to seek it out, to dip her paws in and perhaps take a drink, but before she could do anything a voice carried across the air to her. It was stalwart, and caused Saga to stop and abruptly look around for the source.

Upon sighting the pale wolf who looked quite agitated, she ducked her own head and loosed a thin whine before controlling herself — I am sorry, voiced the girl, backing up the droop of her posture as she tried to appear smaller and less threatening; although she was already quite diminutive by comparison. I could see no other way north, and the mountains are so sheer. I have no intentions of crossing over.

She was wary, filled with anxiety, but she held no ill-will towards this fine warrior for doing their job. Had they been back among her own family, she imagined her brothers would be just as defensive (if not more so) and anyone in her position would be met with teeth and not words. For this difference she was thankful.