Cassiopeia's View and we will never stop looking

Ran was still frightened and felt alone, but she instinctively knew that she must stay close to this wolf if she wished to survive. The soothing, motherly tones were enough to gain her trust, to make her realise that she must stay here. "Sweeter," she murmured softly into the unfamiliar fur that belonged to the soothing voice, mimicking the word she didn't yet know, 'sweetheart'.

She didn't recognise the word 'name' as something relating to her, and was altogether too stressed to recognise it was a question for her, either. "Tiyums," she sighed; "Wan tiyums..." She just wanted to sleep, like she did most of her days, and be somewhere safe again. Ran looked up at the unknown adult questioningly, silently asking, what happens now?