Such beautiful scenery.

His voice is kind. Kinder than her mother's ever was, but the question draws her brows together. Little? She looks down at her body, her too-large paws, and claws that flex outward whenever she tenses. Maybe he meant her age. She wasn't even a year old yet. Not even supposed to be outside of pack territory, but the sense of adventure that flooded her very being couldn't be ignored. Especially when the potential of catching yummy fish in the rapids was oh-so-tempting! Shrugging, Mags gives him back some sass, a little smirk forming on her lips.

"I'm not little but lost - yes," she admits as she looks upward to meet his heterochromatic eyes. He was indeed older but appeared relaxed and friendly. So maybe she could trust him to help her get home. It's not that she couldn't eventually get home, but getting there faster was probably a good idea. Unless she wanted to suffer the wrath of her mother once again. Not really, but it wasn't like her mom would kill her or anything.

Well, that didn't take long! He had already offered his assistance! Mags can't help the way her tail wags and her smirk grows into an energetic smile. "Sweet! I'm Magdalene! But call me Megs," her smile grows before softening into concern and excitement for the adventure ahead of them. "So uh, which way is back toward Firefly Lake? Do you know where that is?" Her head tilts as she looks him over once more before turning her attention back to their surroundings. It was clear why someone would get lost easily. If you didn't keep track of what tree you passed by last, they all ended up looking the same.

"speech"