for the world.

There was so much to explore in this world. Eyes, brimming with wonder, watched the woman beside her. How many friends did her parents have here? Both of them had told her that she could trust the wolves that lived here, in their home, called Seracia. But were they like... super trustworthy? Surely not as much as their parents! She had asked her dad how long he lived here -- he hadn't told her much, but it didn't seem like very long. What all had happened before that?

A smile graced her features, lighting up her expression again. She was obviously innocent, and yet she was carefully guarded in her curiosities, not sure if everyone would be nearly as willing to answer her questions. Afraid of rejection, of unpleasant wolves. 'I remember now, I was there when you and your siblings came into this world.' Oh! She wracked her mind, trying to recall. "Oh! Daddy said you were a healer. Right? Loccian the healer?" she lifted her head to the sky briefly, glancing over at Loccian as though waiting for her clarification. All this stuff about scars and now she was wondering about healing! She knew it was done with plants and things, but how could she tell one from another?

She went on, explaining she was his father's friend. "He got hurt? Why does everyone get hurt so much?" Was the world really that dangerous? It was a terrifying thought, and she found herself unconsciously slipping close to the woman she now identified as a friend.