Cassiopeia's View and we will never stop looking

Ran's wails didn't cease; she had called for day-day at first, but when she hadn't found him in such a long time she had begun to wail senselessly and she had stopped running after all her stumbling and falling. She grew more and more afraid by the moment, alone and trembling. When a shape appeared Ran crouched into a ball, widened eyes staring up at the other wolf she didn't know. She didn't smell familiar, but the way she spoke was somehow calming. Ran stared up at her with questioning eyes and shuffled a bit closer as she was directed, feeling comfortable in the warmth.

She sniffled as she huddled close and listened to the soothing tone in the wolf's voice. "Day-day an adoo an diddle," Ran explained in a soft, bashful voice as she pressed herself into the fur and sniffed up the wolf's scent.