You will never break the chain

Idalia was slowly exploring her home now she could leave the den for more than a few hours at a time. Without Incendio at her side, she was skittish and uncertain. There were bare patches around her paw pads from where she had anxiously licked the fur off. Although she had never known a home other than the north, her young body was still acclimating to the chill in the air. Luckily it was summertime, and although the air had stiffness to it, it was certainly better than it would be later this year. Other wolves had talked about preparing for the winter, but she wasn't quite sure exactly what that would mean yet. On her rounds, Idalia bumped into Theta. Instead of apologizing or speaking, the younger pup simply stared at her dumbly. Without Incendio to mirror, she wasn't sure what to do.