Satu crashed through the mangrove trees without heed to the numerous twigs and such she was picking up as she did. It wasn't often she got - and stayed - really irritable, but Iorwerth, amnesia or no, was enough to drive even the most even-tempered girl to insanity and attempting to nurse him back to health was giving her fits. Oh he could be so infuriating sometimes!
She skidded to a halt, suddenly aware of the smallish form in her path. Had she been slightly more stealthy in her approach, she might have turned right then and escaped, but as it was there was no way the pup could have not heard, possibly even seen her already. It would be incredibly rude to just avoid them altogether. A rather grumpy sigh left her muzzle and she trotted forward again at a more reasonable pace to overtake the pup.
"Hey," she greeted with a pretty good attempt at sounding like her usual cheerful self. "You must be one of Song's new pups, right?" New being a relative term in this case, as the boy was far from being an infant at this point. "Where you off to?"
