Moonsong Glacier oldmother

Ajei had taken to walking among the outskirts of the pack lands. Tracing paths she knew and never going far. She couldn't leave the pack lands fully alone, but she also knew she would need to have a little more of an adventurous spirit. Instead of being scared all the time. But it was so hard for the fire girl with eyes of grass. She was not like her mother or her father or those she cared for. She wasn't brave or resolute. She was kind she supposed and she cared much for those around her. 

It was that care that had pushed her away from the pack lands and towards a pitiful sound. It had sounded so pitiful and sad. So she had followed it and she had come upon a big hunter, and a sick deer. She curled her tail to her hocks and stayed out of the way. She would not get in his way. A tremble in her paw. She fought to keep it calm. She would help should he need it. Though she was unsure how to hunt. She could hunt the rabbits and the weasels. But this type of game was out of her realm of expertise.