Undertow

Percy was happy to be of assistance. If there was one thing that would set her tail to waving, it would be the opportunity to help out, however meagre the task might seem to someone else. She took the small man’s weight easily, measuring her steps to his and listening just as intently to Resin as the stranger no doubt was. With her memory as fractured as it was, she knew she had heard it before, but it still had the novelty of a first rendition for the young woman. She had stiffened for a moment at the sight of the log ahead, but of course the leader shifted it with ease and her head dipped with relief. Percy herself was often down by the healing dens, dropping of whatever herbs she had managed to gather, the rest of the time she was usually trying to pester Askan into hunting with her, or chewing his ear off about some strange animal or sight she had seen that day. The pack was swelling around them. It wouldn’t hurt her to branch out a little more. "An’ if y’need anythin’, even if it’s just company, you can give me a holler. I can’t guarantee I’ll remember y’name, but I can try an’ be entertainin’. If not, Theo’s got m’ back, he’ll remember ya!" She offered a lopsided, self-depreciating grin, or as best she could manage standing alongside and supporting his weight as she was. She noticed Resin’s pointed look towards Sota and clicked her jaw shut, ears turning back apologetically. She hadn’t meant to butt in.

"Percy". "Theo".