Blackfoot Forest I'm still breathing

The girl was changed. 
The past few days, almost a week, now, had made her a tactition, the one who had begun to rally the wolves of Rosings. She had earned her first trade, and it was not the one she had been expecting to recieve. Though she was glad for it, for it would help in the days to come, confidense in ones abilities.

 Her lean, marbled form lopped toward the place she felt safest, Leto's den. She knew not if he would be there, but she dearly hoped so. She had news to bring and information, but she mainly just wanted to see him again. She had not seen him since the attack, and had feared that he had fled, but she pushed that thought away. Leto wouldn't do that to her, to them. 

She approached his den, letting out a soft chuff to announce her presence. She came to a halt a meter away, waiting to see if he would emerge, or if he was in some other neck of the woods.
@Leto