Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

With a knowing and appreciative smile, Solveig moved toward Rusalka to slip beneath his chin, leaning for a moment against his chest the way a cat will press against a beloved caretaker. She was glad he would accept the child into their pack, at least for the time being. This was a busy time. The pack would be moving soon, and while she did care to locate the child's parents, she knew they might not have the time or the means to stage a full search. 

At the end of the day, the child would be fed and cared for. It was the most they could do, right now. 

"Let's go, Granite," She said. "We will find you some good food; then I will show you to my children so you will have some others to play with." She said, hoping he might find both the offer of food and companionship amenable.