Hushed Willows but it was gone just as fast as it came

Hi. :D

Once a very independent young thing, so much so that it'd get him into trouble, these days Little Voice had become dependant on Harlyn. Not necessarily for food or anything like that, but for instruction. Direction. He had gone straight from a horrifyingly prolonged trauma with a cougar to a sustained and painful journey with the wolves of Lost Creek Hollow. During this time he had lost his independence completely, and had relied entirely on Mordecai and Harlyn to live his life for him. It had still not settled in that he could have independence here at Marauder's Keep.

So he wandered with little aim but to sniff out non-existant food, and felt a warm flutter of welcome familiarity when he set eyes upon Silas. At this point the puppy was roughly the same size as the petite Arctic Wolf, but Little Voice had known him since he was very small, and automatically walked over to him to see if he was okay. Such things had made up his role ever since they left Lost Creek Hollow. Staying with the puppies had been his purpose.