Neverwinter Forest you'll be fine

She was out of place in their wood, but she was growing to love the thick tangle of roots and towering trees. She had already formed an attachment to the boys - Cypress and Rannoch - and was growing old enough to realize that the love she had for them was not the same as the devotion she had for her brothers from the caldera. It was built on something more than shared blood and relation. They had saved her from disaster and offered her a home, and the inky child was starting to grow attached to that as well. 

She padded toward the edges of the forest with ears drawn forward. Her lithe form was like a fleeting shadow in the brush. When she caught sight of the teal eyed boy, a smile crept to her tapered muzzle. "Noch!" her voice struck the wood sharply, and she darted forward to catch up to him.