Silvertip Mountain Misty Eye Of The Mountain

"I would ap-apreciate some help with the band. Is-is there anything you c-could do?" She watched him scratch at his neck and couldn't help but smile at the action. It seemed that her situation was rubbing off on him. He gave his name then, Chaska, and asked for hers. "Ryuu," she offered shyly. This wolf was very friendly and she immediately began to like him. That would be two wolves in this pack that she could start trusting. The others she still hadn't met personally, but knew that even though she was nervous to meet them, she needed to. 

Walking up to the grey male, she sat near him and put her neck out for him to inspect. If he could do anything to get the thing off she'd be eternally grateful. It was a constant reminder of her imprisonment with the two-legs. Thinking of them she placed her ears back. Would she be able to forget that?