Wild Berry Meadow the world, the war, will wait, but morpheus knows no mercy

She'd taken off after the child as soon as the movement had caught her eye. It would take little effor to overtake the girl's escape, but Doe trailed after her for the most part, watching her flight and wondering if a quick approach would be helpful or detrimental to her cause. The girl was terrified - she stank of it - and Doe was as reluctant to associate herself with that kind of terror as she was to allow the experience to continue.

In the end, worry for the girl won out over worry for herself, and she approached the bush where the child was hiding on soft, quiet paws. Humming a quiet tune, she made herself low and poked her nose underneath, pushing through the low-lying branches until her muzzle brushed something soft enough to be a wolf pup.

"You're safe, little foundling," she murmured, a promise laced though the gentle words. "Come out, and I will take you someplace quiet and warm."