I'll live inside of my own head When the time is right again I'll let the sun creep in
It was not long before Sirius entered the den to fetch her for their hunt, but those few minutes had given her a chance to chase off any lingering traces of sleep. She was bright and alert, at least enough to take on the day and the planned tasks. The girl had been through a lot, and had worn herself down quite a bit, and it would take time for her to recover from the damage that had been done, both physical and mental. He greeted her and asked if she had any nicknames that she preferred, to which she shook her head. She’d had many nicknames her old home, but none of them had been preferable to her own name.
He turned and left the den, and she quietly followed, once more taking in the sights around her new home. Neither of them spoke as they walked, and the silence was far more comfortable for her than having to struggle for words. As they neared the edge of a willow grove, he looked back at her and and commanded her to take the lead. Leading was not something she was used to or comfortable with, but she had no choice. She had to do what she was told. Stepping forward, she began to search for a trail.
