Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

Hedda was quicker to notice Peter's presence than he had become aware of her. She froze the instant she heard someone coming, listening intently, her mind analyzing the sounds and the smells, creating an approximate image of the person, before she even saw it. Her first guess was that it might not be a wolf. Too small, too light. Yet... she had not seen a living prey romping around for days and she was not that optimistic to believe that it was any different here. Or could it...

She decided to risk it and carefully moved around and drew closer to see, what it was and who it was. And, when it turned out to be a meagre wolf-pup, she felt both terror and growing excitement. Hedda watched it quietly for a while, scanning the area, listening, in case any parent or aunt figure would happen to be nearby. No one came, no one called. It almost felt like a god's gift to her, therefore she stepped forwards and approached the puppy directly, purring in a malicious voice: "Well, hello there, little kitten..."