The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

Humility was also disobeying today. Well, could it be called disobeying when no one had explicitly told her to not leave the mountain? June didn't think so and that was how she justified the entire situation to herself. She had visited the borders with Zhavvi and nothing had come badly of it and now the four month old was heading further afield.

She wasn't trying to be found by grown ups so she stuck to the forests, yet she knew that the forests were also dangerous and so Humility found herself traversing mainly through the bushes. She reached the edge of Neverwinter Forest and wondered where to go next. Another forest caught her attention, the Heartwood. There was a long stretch of open lands between here and there so she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her.

Her gait was still unruly but at four months she had learnt how to offset the rolling nature of it. She may never have the smooth, silky run of most adult wolves but at least she wasn't falling over every two steps any more. Arriving in the Heartwood's undergrowth she skidded to a stop. This wasn't as safe as she had thought after all. Nor was she alone.

Cautiously, June just watched the other pup - paying more attention to the living thing than the dead ones.