Rannoch had been eager to share with them his great discovery. There was a hush surrounding what the surprise was, but the shadow had followed after him and the inky form of Cypress with quick steps and an intense expression on her features. Lucy's nimble shape was able to keep up with the boys without issue. The forest had started to become second nature to the soot child. She did not struggle against their terrain as she had when she'd first arrived. It was almost safe to say she had become proficient in the wood. Whether she knew it or not, the Blackthorn child was adapting. 

Rannoch led them to a stunning clearing, and as the blue eyed girl peered through the brush, her gaze caught fire in the glimmering lights. She was mesmerized. They danced about with a bobbing flutter of their wings. Cypress uttered a single word of shock and nudged against her, but she was already lost. It took a few stretching moments before she realized they were calling for others and the raven haired boy had been encouraging her to join. She lifted her muzzle upward and elicited a yip of excitement. It wasn't long before others began to arrive and take interest. 

A young boy seemed to take interest in her first, and the shadow of a girl shrunk sheepishly behind the shapes of Rannoch and Cypress. The stranger seemed gentle enough, but she was fearful of deceit. 

Though the strangers that surrounded her were a constant reminder of the fear that flooded her system. She was enraged by the longing that she felt to run away from them and to find somewhere new once more – where no one would know who she was. They were dreams of fancy, though; those that allowed her to change her name and live in a far off land. Lucy knew that she could not leave behind the wolves who had saved her life. If anything, she thought of taking them with her. Surely Cypress would journey across the earth, from home to home, for as long as they wished. They would come up with aliases for each other so that they would never be the same person in one land as they were in the next. The more she thought about it, the more foolish she felt. She had a home and a family, and the world was too vast for her to venture. For the time being, she should focus on the time that she had.
 
Rannoch seemed to round them up and speak to them as though he were already leader of the forest. The shadow thought that he would make a noble alpha, if that were his intention. She wondered if he wished for her to remain there, in the forest, with him. Glancing toward Cypress, the blue-eyed jackdaw offered a small sort of smile. They were going to chase fireflies.
 
As soon as the festivity had begun, she nudged the raven boy with her muzzle and darted toward the flickering lights that captivated her so.