Lion Head Mesa Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence

Though the strange woman didn't feel like home either, it felt more comfortable than the group of strangers of the wolves by the riverside. Plodding around the woman, sometimes in front sniffing around with all the new smells, sometimes behind being distracted by, also, new smells, she simply was blissfully unaware of the dangers that might be around them as if the adult around was enough to keep her safe. It didn't stop her from growling at random things or preparing to lunge at random moving objects, but she was at least more relaxed than she was upon their first meeting.

Simply, full of what seemed to be natural aggression and energy that seemed almost limitless now that her legs were getting stronger and body bigger and bigger almost every day. Though her paws were still comically large, she found her footing a little easier in time as well, now that most of her days were filled with walking around, she was becoming more aware of their size and tripped less and less (still from time to time). 

After getting her fill of a thing she was sniffing, unsure of what it was, she trotted awkwardly up to the female's side and looked up at her with brilliant rubies. Though still innocent in a child's nature, they were somehow stern, lacking that same playfulness or wonder that most her age would have. Thirsty.