Whitebark Stream Children of the underground.

Artyom's warm welcome eased away the last few traces of any lingering uncertainty. It made her feel good to know that these wolves were open to accepting her so readily. She came forward a little closer, stiff legged, as if on the brink to initiate a game of chase. 

"Artyom is it? I've been...well, I've been adjusting. I find that trying to keep busy is the best outlet." She raised her delicate muzzle to the air, testing the breeze. "Some. I've been watching our local deer herd daily. If you want...perhaps we can take another stab at those rabbits together?"