Wild Berry Meadow prekär

A smile pulled at one corner of his mouth- though no mirth showed in his eyes. Children were a responsibility- and this was more of an experiment than anything. If he found her too annoying or impossible to teach, he could always just eat her; so either way, it was a win-win situation. He nodded and stood, gesturing for her to follow him. Part of him wondered if she might be flea-ridden...Something he would have to address. "Very well. Come along, then," He said, and began to stride toward the Mesa, oblivious to the fact that his long, elegant strides might have him moving at a speed that was uncomfortable for her. She would have to learn how to move like him, if she was to live like him. 

"You'll need a bath, and a name," He said. "I don't know what your wolf parents called you, but," He said, giving her a brief, skeptical glance. He already doubted her parents' intelligence and experience, and given her condition, he expected they'd likely failed her in the naming department as well. "You'll deserve a better name than whatever they gave you." He said.