Noctisardor Bypass The things that stop you dreaming.

The young she-wolf chirped happily, releasing her excitement in a muddle of tainted English that Paar struggled to understand properly. Leila's enthusiasm was lovely, however, and she could not help but grin fondly down at the mottled girl as she hopped on the spot. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her family, and admired her coping mechanism; she seemed to know that others cared for her despite being practically strangers, and found great comfort in that.

The lithe beauty gathered to her nimble white paws and stepped aside, beckoning the juvenile to follow with a soft bark. She loped carefully over a fallen branch and trotted gracefully between the foliage, her tail lashing merrily, and glanced over a cinnamon shoulder to look upon the youngster's leggy frame as she followed. "Hungry? I know where the best rabbits are," she called, and escorted her little companion to a warren where she could show Leila how to slay her prey swiftly.