Deepwood Weald For that with which you are.

The meeting with the brute of a male, had been hard to swallow. She had not wished to cause him unrest. Had wanted to make him an aquaintance at the very least, but she wondered if perhaps she had burned that bridge with her actions. However, she couldn't in good conscience allow him to speak ill of Fury, when despite all reasons not too, she had given Maiken something no one else had ever done. A home and the freedom to heal as she pleased. She didn't know how to make this common knowledge, how to share why this meant so much.

Maiken wound her tiny dainty body through the trees. Her fur had grown out with it's winter coat, giving her a glossier appeal than usual. And she had finally begun to put on weight, where before she had been bones. For that she was happy for. She was finally living a healthy life, even if she didn't get to have her family and her language so near. She could make those sacrifices.

A gruff voice called to her, and she cut her song off, mid sound and turned to meet the red eye of the dark wolf. Brown eyes blew wide and against her better judgement, her tail wagged just a bit. But then she frowned.

My name is Maiken, or Mai if you prefer, Jormungandr. How do you fare? The language of their people jumping unhurried and unbidden to her maw.