Porcupine Ridge rose madder

The girl was quiet – her words did not seem to come easily, and Capri was uncertain if this only stemmed from her being nervous. Determining to ignore it for now, the girl seemed to straighten, relaxing in the Alpha’s company, and amicably, she gave a gentle nudge to her newfound companion’s cheek before pulling away, her pace slow as she indicated she would like the pale girl to follow.
 
Her nose quivered as she attempted to track down something that could hunt – big or small, if the girl was filling the caches, Capri would be eager to aide her. “I’m Capri,” she offered then, her gaze drifted back to the she-wolf, though she did not slow her pace. “What’s your name?”