Early morning

A healer-warrior. The idea was warming up to her already, happiness showing in the slow wag of her tail. Sure, she hadn't planned on being part of a pack so soon, but it could very well be a good thing. There had been a pang of longing for the home that had come before. But new ideas were springing up and burying her guilt. Becoming a master in her passions. Falling in beside a pack who she could commune with, play with--a pack who would love and care for her, as she would for them. Not like she actually knew anyone, or could predict that they'd take a liking to her, but that was the farthest thing from her mind. The lonely child was drawn to the fantasy like flies to honey, and, Sirius, intending or no, had caught her.

But maybe this was what she was really looking for, what she really needed, after months of aimless travel.

"That's--that's great!" she exclaimed. To train under such a formidable looking wolf, and the Alpha no less--she was sure to become a great warrior. "I--yes--definitely--thank you--" As Sirius motioned to exit, the yearling scrambled to her paws, rearing to go.