Sawtooth Spire I was drunk, said I was sober, and you said yeah right

"that is star. she is vone of us."

phaedra curled herself like a comma ‘round her father’s leg as his clement voice met her ears. she felt safe under the awning of his broad chest, and peered around to fix her fawn-eyed gaze on the lady of snow, this lady star. 
she could not determine yet how this wolf fit into the context of her life, though like stag had, she bore a scent that was familiar. all the gathering wolves were possessed of it. somewhere dormant in her innermost self, she knew this smell conveyed solidarity—of community, of unity.
after a moment, she felt her father draw away as his attention turned elsewhere, leaving the girl rooted to her spot and staring at the woman. presently, her feet felt anchored to the wet grass. summoning some courage, she slunk towards star (who looked quite like the clouds scudding across the sky) and splayed her ears, tail pinned to her undersides.
emboldened by the fact that she hadn’t (presumably) been gulped down for lunch yet, she extended her nose from as far a distance as she could muster by stretching her neck and stiffly sniffed at @Star's paws. 
that was the extent of her bravery. like a startled flock of quail flushed from the switchgrass, she fled from their brief meet and scurried in the direction of her parents talking amongst the other adults as @Thade appeared to steal away with something in his mouth, undaunted by the wolf he snatched it from. 
clearly, phaedra was an early bloomer when it came to having a reasonable apprehension towards strangers. however, her brother instilled some confidence in her and she carried herself with a bit more bravura amidst the activity. 
her mother’s voice bloomed over the crowd, but she was distracted by the sight of stag and then the white flash of him disappearing into the wood. phaedra waddled after his trail to the treeline, a beseeching whine rising unbidden from her throat, until her feet stumbled upon the velour of the hare’s ear. the child furtively glanced at her brother lingering somewhere near their parents, hauling a rabbit bigger than himself, to make sure he wasn’t about to legdrop her for the boon left by the pale runagate. 
she rolled on it before anything else, the smell agreeable to her nose. phaedra then grabbed it from its place on the ground and pranced lively towards her father fraternizing with two strangers. before she could reach him to show off her bounty, her feet got tangled in the ear and she went tail-over-teakettle onto the ground. ”ohf.”