Explorin's and Stuffs! [Chrysanthe]

Chrysanthe had been there when her young siblings were born - but since then she had been waiting for them to grow large enough to explore, as was much of the rest of the pack. It seemed that Valhalla was teeming with new life, and although she was saddened that she would miss her siblings to much of their growing, she would appreciate them while she was here. They were uplifting, every single one of their tiny frames, and she loved them fiercely, just as she did the rest of her family.


Which was why she was following the scent of a little one that seemed to have wandered away from the den. She wasn't sure which child it was that had bounded off on his own, but she was following him - so far the scent was relatively close, and he couldn't have gotten far on his stubby little legs. When he was finally in her sights, she smiled, watching him waddle through the plains as fast as he physically could. Yet when she saw what his eyes had settled on, she froze, dread overtaking her. "No, don't!" She yelped, but she was too late, he had scooted forward enough to touch the stream, and lost his balance.


In an instant she was bounding toward him and into the shallow water. Shallow to her was enough to potentially drown the small child - and with that in mind she looked for him frantically so that she could pluck him out of the water. Once she saw his scruffy black fur, she gathered him by his scruff into her mouth, before sitting him onto the bank of the stream. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" She nosed him gently, her muzzle prodding at his tiny face.