Her gentle upbringing had given her a calm demeanor, though under the child's consistently empty stare was a world of jealousy and restlessness that she could not convey. It was hard sharing her mother with so many other siblings, so many other wolves that counted upon her and sought her out for guidance. Song held so much power and control, and Saga naively found herself envying her for it. Her mother could do whatever she wanted, or so she thought, with no consequence. Everyone did her bidding, and did it quite happily.
Her gaze had fallen back on the falls. The water seemed to mirror her turbulent thoughts well -- crashing and rolling over rocks below that never faltered, despite the waves. Despite the girl's complex emotions, she was far too innocent to understand them. Instead she was simply a quiet child, only reckless when being told what to do, sometimes bitter but never outwardly angry. "But where were you coming from?" She loved her siblings, but found talking to them strange at times. It was easier to be silent and listen, but she truly wondered where Dutiron had been. Why would he ever need to be so far from home? Perhaps he was hiding something from her?
