She had left her family, intentionally. There had been no accident to rip her away from them, she simply had sought an opportunity to leave in a situation where she didn't feel safe nor welcome in. Although it was probably the worst decision she could have ever made. Every small noise, crack, and snap of the twigs, even if she was the cause of it would make her shiver and jump. Frantically trying to gain her bearings over the world, she was terrified. Her small and frail body almost unable to keep up with it. Her heart raced and she just wanted to cuddle in the warm fur of her mother, of her brothers. Not Soren, not Kismet, her real brothers. But, mother was gone. That was the thing that scared her, Azalea was supposed to be there forever, her mother had made her happy, made her feel like she belonged. So Sarka finally found herself crying as she stepped into the caves shivering. The pup pressing herself up against the wall of the stone, as she sobbed. The loud noise echoing, a real, loud sob. It wasn't like a small crying fit, no, she was mourning over the fact that her mother may just never come back. Leaving her, completely and utterly alone. ?I speak?

She had traveled from her new home today, actually she had been traveling every day to try and help build this pack, to try and prove herself to Valentine. But today she had hit the caves, more looking for certain lichens that grew within cold wet depths of caves then to actually expand her master's pack. Toe nails would click against the cold hard stone, the rhythmic sound echoing around her as she trotted through the caves. She would begin to hum as ruby red eyes would slip and slither over her surroundings. Languid tune would slip softly from her lips as she trotted along. She would only pause when a sound reached her. What was that? Crying? Head tipped and ears would fold towards the sound as she listened for a moment before dainty paws would turn her towards the sound. Crying? Who was crying? She would turn around a corner and then there she was. A precious babe of white with a blackened face. For a moment Dione would stand behind the wall, only her head poking around the corner to study the girl. "Hello?" Words were soft, languid as she took a step around to half expose herself. The tiny woman would tip her head. Just a child? Why was she alone?

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Her little cyan eyes lit up for a moment as she saw the little wolf. For a moment she thought it was another pup, after all she had been the runt of her litter but already she was almost matching in size to this one if it wasn't for her baby fat and soft downy fur. Her hackles bristled though in fear, red puffy eyes starring at Dione. As she suddenly tried to make herself as small as possible. Maybe she'd go away, leave her alone. Her tail curled around her body as Sarka made an attempt to curl in a little ball of fluff. She kept her glowing eyes focused on the strange green wolf though, more occupied by the fear of being killed rather than the odd color of the woman. Her heart started to pound against the inside of her chest, and she could feel it among the stone that she was laying on. ?I speak?

The child would flitter uncertainly between aggressive and fearful for a moment before dropping to the ground and assuming the fetal position. For a moment Dione was torn, not sure if she should stay or go. Red gaze would cast around as she tried to figure out if this child was by herself. It seemed she was. "Shhh? Shhhh? I won't hurt you?" She hushed, trying to sooth the girls worried as she would allow forepaws to slide downwards before crawling herself forward, attempting to reach the girl and reach her nose out to touch the girl's black nose. "Are you alone. Do you need help?" He would ask softly, laying her head on her paws and allowing bushy tail to thump against the ground behind her. Would this girl need help? Did she even want her help?

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If it was one thing she didn't want done to her, it was a stranger touching her. The green came closer, and while it wasn't as frightening as those other wolves who were so tall and big, she still recoiled. Her fur raising to make herself seem bigger than her frail body was. Dione may have been small, but Sarka's body was much more frail regardless of what size she had been born. She wanted to cry out for her brothers, for her mother, but she was alone and refused to make a noise. The girl asked if she needed any help, and Sarka shook her head. No, she didn't want help, she didn't even want to be here. Her heart was racing, and she was finding it difficult to breath. She dug her claws into the stone trying to calm herself down her cyan eyes not leaving the green lady. Green, Sarka wondered why she was green. As she lowered her snout, maybe the scary green lady would leave so that Sarka could too. There was someone she did know that she thought she had scented earlier. ?I speak?