Chasing Bambi

The young girl was still feeling quite lost among the Armada. Unable to speak, it was hard to connect with anyone. There was really only one wolf so far that she felt she had become friends with and to her knowledge, he was staying with a different pack. So she wasn’t really sure what to do with her day to day activities unless instructed by Sirius. Which… if she were being honest, he absolutely terrified her. And Halo was busy like a lot so she couldn’t stick by the healer’s side all the time.

By some miracle, she had heard a calling howl. From what she could understand, someone was requesting wolves out in the forest for a hunt. Maybe they would teach her some things? Maybe she could be useful for once? She wasn’t a small wolf by any means, just had no clue what to do.

She picks up her pace and makes her way out to the woods. On her way there, she catches a familiar scent. Her tail quickly starts wagging as she begins to run to the source of the howl. Excited that her current favorite wolf could be back, the yearling races to the spot. Sliding in with her paws scrambling as she tries to stop, she lets out a squeaky yip at the sight of Mort.

Staying low to the ground, the girl stops close to Mort with her tail tucked between her legs and forcing herself to look at the very very large wolf who was with him. Smiling gently, she tried to appear bright and eager even if she was nervous and scared of how much larger this guy was compared to Mort.