hazy thoughts.

Lyric was wandering - not like her brother had, where he disappeared for weeks at a time before finally disappearing for what seemed to be forever. She was exploring, seeing what Alacritia had hidden in its various depths. The girl would always return home after no more than a day or two out and about - but she had only been out on her own for a few hours now. The young female was nearing her first year, and was nearly at her final height. It wouldn't be long now before she was growing into herself and filling out into a pretty adult female. For now, she was a bit of a string bean, a willowy girl with a gentle expression. Her eyes were a swirlled pattern of yellow and blue, yet neither color blended even into a hint of green.

Regardless of her potentially exotic appearance, the yearling carried herself as any wolf would. She didn't consider herself all that interesting, much preferring to see and hear from others than dwell on herself. Traveling the southern regions during the summer was exerting, but she wanted to find someone interesting, and so far her search had turned up with nothing. The girl put her nose to the ground, her tail wagging idly behind her as she searched for another lupine.

What she found instead, was the faint scent of blood.

Hoping that no one had been badly injured, she traveled quietly toward the scent, until her eyes fell onto a russet female that seemed to be sleeping beneath the swaying maple trees. It was hard to tell whether the other was bleeding with her fur that color, but she crept closer, worried about the stranger. "Excuse me miss - are you alright?" The young female asked, standing in front of the woman, but far enough away to give her ample space to turn away or even leave should she not want company. Lyric hoped that she would at least let her examine her if something was wrong - she had watched her mother enough to know a little about healing. Maybe she could be of some use here.