gotta get free

Ignorant to any strange happenings in the area, she remained unconcerned, and unguarded. One who was not raised with the need to take caution could not be expected to practice it regularly, without prompt. Her form remained at ease, and did not change when another entered the orchard, standing within earshot. Eyes growing wide, she appeared to take a moment to gather her thoughts, before her maw split into a toothy grin, tail delicately curling upward. "Look at all this fruit!" There certainly was a lot of it, though it was no longer as bountiful a grove as it had been in ancient times, when humans tended to their care and growth. Nonetheless, it was an abundance like Muses had never seen before. "There are so many ants," she continued on, "that they keep on moving forward, even when you stop the flow." To prove her point, Muses brought her paw down again, carefully this time, firmly breaking the line of dutiful ants. Once again, they scurried around her hefty paw, trying to reorganize their efforts as quickly as possible.

The scene was idyllic - two creatures experimenting with an interaction, young wolves among the shade-providing fruit trees - despite being unknown to one another. As if the realization had suddenly dawned upon her, she took a step back, eyes widening as her gaze roved over the stranger. He was not particularly unusual, by the standards of most, but raised in isolation, her understanding of the rest of the world, and how things truly worked, was nearly non-existent.

Her life had been so safe and secure, up until the strangers arrived to invade her father's territory; the only time she had ever known fear. Everyone else in her life had been her family, by some means or another. A sibling, usually, or a niece or nephew. Quite often the lines were blurred, so it never really mattered. With the shock of the ordeal fresh in her mind, she decided that she would simply offer behaviour that was expected of her. If she followed the status quo, everything would be fine. So she would simply ignore the boy's dark fur colour, the fact that everything was so different, and just exist, happily.