Firefly Ravine Addressing what is mine is not new

A stray butterfly skipped over head within the bushes, Rain  followed it eagerly, pawing at it and pouncing. When it flew over head away from sight, she followed eagerly, but was met with two wolves in the distance, Zephyr, her new adoptive father was standing, talking to a rusty coloured she-wolf, her tone seemed happy enough, but with a odd accent. Nevertheless she continued onwards and bounded up to meet the two. 
'Hello, I'm Rain, who are you? Are you new? Wanna be friends?'
She bombarded the poor lass with questions, barely giving her time to answer.