Jade Fern Grove gold in your eyes, dancing like fire

Her ears twitched, the approach of something small catching her attention; not a wolf, she assumed, and was immediately proven wrong. A pup skidded into view, apparently shocked at the sight of her. She tilted her head, ears pulling forward as quick steps took her towards the child. Not much more than a month old, coat painted in red and dark tones.
She smelled familiar. Are you lost? The inkstain wondered aloud, voice soft. It occurred to her that the pup could be frightened. She sat promptly, hoping the tiny thing wouldn't flee or cry out. Only one of the traveling group knew her, and she feared the ways such an encounter could go wrong; there were many. She glanced around them, then settled her gaze back on the pup, at a loss for the moment.