Moonspear small pack of wolves

At first, when roused and instructed to move along with her mother, father, and siblings, Vega was disgruntled. She liked their home and was resistant to change, so the first leg of the short journey was made with a pout on the only daughter's face. As the familiar landscape began to change around her, though, she couldn't help but perk up; she was seeing different facets of her beloved mountain, and learned even in the course of this small excursion that there was still much to see.

She paused here and there to sniff at a flower or other interesting plant along their path, and her mood had improved entirely by the time Hydra and Dirge came to a halt. Standing near her father -- and looking for all the world like the miniature of him that she was -- she glanced around the area with a critical eye. It would do, she surmised in her head, with a maturity far beyond her age. She would explore in due time; for now, her attention was drawn to her mother as the matriarch tossed back her head and howled for the rest of the pack.

Vega joined in, her youthful voice twining with Hydra's. She was a little off-key, but was still proud. And soon enough, others began to assemble, led first by an unfamiliar grey she-wolf. Vega watched her warily from a distance, but offered a small wave of her tail, then began to move away from her family in order to begin examining their new homestead.