the smell of sleep and disinfectant

A gentle smile rested over her maw, natural and easy, making it clear that she already found herself comfortable in Pyrrhic's presence, despite having only just met him. Most wolves seemed to be easy to get along with, despite their strange appearances, and she found that meeting new friends was a rather exciting adventure. It was odd to be able to encounter so many young wolves like herself - barely out of their whelp stage - with so much freedom and autonomy. Their confidence was utterly inspiring.

"Your family controls fire?" Her eyes grew wide, pale purple saucers set shallow upon her china visage. Fires were dangerous on the mountain, and even worse towards the foothills. It was said that her father's wrath would bring punishment to the lands, to rid them of heathens, to clear them of evil. His bolts of thunder would strike their target, causing them to burst into flame, or simply be obliterated. Looking to the Abraxas boy with renewed curiosity, she wondered if perhaps they were connected somehow.

"I'd like to try fire-fish one day." She blurted out, rump wiggling excitedly. Her interest was less about the fish, and more about how anyone could possibly control fire in a way that produced food. Fire was generally dangerous, and avoided at all costs. "I don't know what a castle is, but I can tell you that I have yet to see anything as tall as my mountain, since my arrival here." It was nice that, although Pyrrhic did not know what a mountain was, he seemed to be capable of appreciating it for what it was; incomparable to anything else, and absolutely majestic in its own right.

There was yet another thing that piqued her interest. A mention of a Fallen God did not go unnoticed. He mentioned it so casually, almost in passing, that she might have missed it. But Muses herself was a daughter of a gods - nothing quite as spectacular or omnipotent as her father had been, but surely it was worth something. Misinterpreting his statement, however, she bowed her head, tail lowering towards her hocks. "Oh, I am sorry to hear about your father." Her heart hummed as she thought of how much they seemed to have in common. It was nice to no longer feel so lonely. "My father--" She choked a little, feeling a sudden surge of emotion rush through her. "--tragedy befell my pack... I am not sure what happened, but I pray that the gods took him before his enemies did, and that he will guide his heir - my eldest brother - so that our family may rebuild, wherever they are now." There was a wistful note to her voice, as if she longed to join them. It had never been an exceptionally pleasant life, but more than her own happiness, she reveled in that of her family members. As long as they were happy and safe, what more could she want?