Silvertip Mountain Longing and rusted

Childish, Reiko didn't just follow Ezekiel as he walked closer to his home; instead she bounded over boulders, walked along the top of fallen logs at his side, and whenever she would get distracted and fall behind, she'd run to catch up. The young wolf was all over the place, curious and still taking her adventure not at all seriously. However she could feel the butterflies beginning to flutter in her belly - it was uncomfortable, but she was all at the same time excited to meet an Alpha that wasn't her parents or her sister. 

Once Ezekiel called out for his leader, Reiko sat herself just a little bit away from the grey man's side, curling her tail over her toes and sat politely away from the scented borders. She wondered what kind of leader would come to greet them, would she see puppies? Unlikely, but she wished at least to get a glance at one or two. 

She would peer over to Ezekiel from time to time, metaphorically leaning on him for some kind of moral support while she fought back the nerves.