Ocean's Breath Plateau Sea Savior

Very rarely Castiel left the packlands. Donnelaith was still not his home - he was no more endeared to the trees than anything, and yet, he had pledged himself all the same. He felt bad about it too, because it wasn't as if the snowy leader didn't try to win his affections and endear him to the packlands but it did not work. He was outside of the borders searching for a sign of Winchester when he heard the shout of a young child. He went for the child, looking for her and eventually finding a little puppy; younger even than the one the wolf who had come to the borders was looking for he would guess. 

Castiel approached slowly, the rabbit he'd caught during his brief trek swinging from his jaws until he let it fall down to the earth unceremoniously. "Are you okay?" Castiel leaned down in order for him to be less imposing - hoping that perhaps his gravely voice and his massive frame might be less terrifying if he made himself smaller and more approachable. "Are you hungry?" He asked before he ripped into the rabbit, pulling a small bit of meat off it's flank for her.