If nothing else, she had supper. Sure, maybe it was raining (pouring) and she was unfamiliar with the lands (lost) and she had no idea where to find shelter (homeless), but at least she had supper (a snack). Mikasa clutched the tiny bird in her mouth tightly as if it would spring back to life at any moment. Unlikely given the fact she'd punctured several organs when she'd chomped into it, but knowing her luck there was absolutely a chance it would be greeting the morning sun with its song.

She gripped it just a bit tighter, feeling the thin stream of blood slipping into her mouth. Not today, bird. No necromancy for you.

Mikasa wasn't a particularly large wolf, nor was she necessarily small, so when she came across a rotting log, she hesitated. Could she fit? Only one way to find out, she supposed. The shadowy wolf hunkered down and crawled her way into the opening, wiggling and shimmying and doing everything within her power to get inside where it was at least marginally more dry. Not much for space, but she strangely enjoyed the feeling of walls closing in. It made her feel… secure, somehow, and not at all afraid.

So far, so good. Mikasa was nearly there when she felt her hips catch, damnit. She groaned in annoyance and gave a few quick tugs, trying to squeeze herself inside and falling just short. Although she wanted to be dry, she didn't want to half-ass it and leave… well, half her ass out in the rain. Time to move on, find somewhere else to shelter for the time being.

The issue came when she tried to backpedal and found she couldn't move in reverse, either. She kicked and squirmed but only ended up making tracks in the mud before finally barking an annoyed: "damnit!" into the otherwise peaceful night.

For some stupid reason, it had never occurred to her that someone might be around to help out. She was so accustomed to living life as a rogue that the mere presence of a stranger was enough to make her uncomfortable, let alone being stuck in such a vulnerable position as one sauntered up. If she hadn't desperately needed her help, Mikasa would likely have told her to go pound sand; but alas, she was in quite the predicament and unfortunately needed the assistance. 

Mikasa listened through the rotting wood, ears trained upwards as she listened to the instructions and then the thudding of paws over her head. Oop, guess they were doing this. She leaned back and began to scramble, losing traction in the mud once or twice before she finally managed to twist herself enough to escape. The air suddenly felt so much fresher and cleaner than it had moments ago and she greedily sucked it down, panting as she slumped back onto her haunches. At least she was fucking free, right?

Mikasa hadn't considered the young woman's physique may have been a sore spot until the words had already flown out of her mouth. She immediately tried to think of a way to cover her ass, but realistically, there wasn't any denying that she'd just blatantly pointed out something that could have been perceived as rude. She certainly hadn't meant it that way, though, and was more startled by the giantess than anything else. Fortunately, @Sovereign seemed to take it all in stride and Mikasa gave a few good-natured thumps of her tail in appreciation.

"I think that's pretty damn cool. I bet no one messes with you, huh? Because you can just squash 'em like little bugs. Man, I wish I was that cool." 

She listened as the lady introduced herself and explained she was a carbon copy of her mother. Aw, that was sweet.. but obviously a bit of a sore spot. Mikasa frowned briefly before perking back up as her companion did. Good. Mikasa wasn't that great with her own emotions, let alone somebody else's. 

"I'm Mikasa. Nice to meetcha, Sovereign, and extra nice because you just saved my ass. Are you from here? I'm brand new, obviously, and dunno a thing about it. Are there good packs? Bad packs? Uh, I dunno, monsters?"

Mikasa's tail thumped against the ground eagerly as she listened to the younger, yet vastly more worldly, wolf. The sheltered little thing wanted to hear all about Sovereign and what she knew, what she'd seen, but there was also the possibility her good natured humoring would run out before too long. "Guess I'll know 'em when I see 'em," she said with a toothy grin.

The list of packs was short but worthwhile. Mikasa nodded along with each name, storing it away for the future. "Are there any, like.. bad places?" Bad places, bad wolves. Things she wanted to avoid.