Call him red

The sun was just dipping below the horizon as Arda came to conclusion she really should have at least tried to explain herself to her parents and siblings. She had been scared, and she would never apologize for that, but she had judged them just as she had been scared they would judge her; indeed never giving them a chance to even learn who she was.

But there had been the whispers, she knew they knew something about her didn’t exactly fit into the perfect little picture of a family they had. She wasn’t the rowdy protective brother, instead she was the quiet withdrawn child.  

Night had truly fallen by the time the girl became aware of her surrounding, which was really only because she was just now starting to feel the tug of sleep. It dragged down on her limbs and for the first time since setting out that day Arda started looking for shelter. Forest gaze scanned, nose twitching and picking up a stale wet stench, a stagnant cave. Adjusting her course the girl wasn’t aware of the other wolf till she finally looked up, drawing in the feminine form. Ears twitched back slightly and she shifted from paw to paw.