Grouse Thicket put on your war face

Dagfinn had taken a peculiar interest in Reek's liver-coated daughter. Though he'd spent long nights with all these wolves by now, Laurel was still an enigma to him. He wasn't sure where she fit in with the cute little family, and there was a worried little voice in his head that suggested that she didn't. Maybe she didn't fit in at all.

She was never near them, and to Dagfinn - who had grown up in a pile - it was so strange to see a small, lone little figure trying to stay warm on her own. Why are you doing this? he wondered, snow crunching under his paws as he followed after the girl - not much younger than he was, when he stopped to think about it, but somehow, impossibly young.

"Can I come with you?" he asked, hesitating to fall into step beside her. There was something about this girl that stopped him from his usual cavalier attitudes about personal space, and so he did not simply tackle her, as he had tackled Moonbrook on the day that they met. Still, behind his manners, there was a deep longing press his shoulder against hers, to protect her from the chill.