Itchy. Ritsy scratched just behind his ears as his scabs had been bothering him this morning. He did want to get it looked at but he really hadn't been exposed to these sorts of things before. His stump thumped against the ground as he had been curled up in a small dirt dent that he had scratched up. His face closer to his hind legs after scratching, red eyes looking onward to maybe see if he could catch a member of the pack. Perhaps even a healer - the thought made him happy. Regardless he wasn't bothered by much right now. He never had really cared about what others thought of him. As he was a happy little thing anyway. Listening to the singing birds he closed his eyes and hummed quietly. Trying to ignore the itching of his skin where his scabs were. The fur all mangled and him just looking like an unkempt beast as he usually did. Which was why so many had been scared of him to begin with. Like a little scaly monster despite him not being that small. He was most definitely better fed than he used to be - no longer did his spine stick out and his bones cling to him. However he still walked with his back arched, perhaps due to a spinal problem if anything. He was hunched. "Talk"

Dealos was a bit uncertain as she ventured further out from the den than she usually did. Usually she didn't feel like leaving her mother's side, but today she was feeling a bit adventurous. As long as she stayed in the pack borders like she had been told then it would be fine, right? She looked around curiously and sniffed gently at plants and grasses as she went. She knew what healing was because of her mother, but she hardly knew what any of these plants were just yet. It was fascinating though and she loved watching her mom sort through her herbs. Sometimes her mom would tell her about some of the interesting leaves and tell her about what they did. It was her very most favorite thing. She didn't really think about what she might do if she came across someone else on her tiny version of an adventure, but when she accidently stumbled across the red eyed wolf she realized she'd have to figure it out! She stopped and blinked her wide, two-toned eyes at the man with surprise, discovering that she hadn't even noticed him until he was like two or three feet away from her. "Um... Hi!" she said with a little smile. "Talk" "You" Think

Ritsy raised his head at the fluffy thing. A smile curling across his lips as his stumpy tail started to wag back and forth. Wiggling about as the other greeted him. He'd found out that he was rather fond of his small companions. After playing with one of Faite's pups it was like he just fit in with the rest of the kids. "HI!" he squeaked out of excitement. Almost hardly able to contain himself as he wiggled on his small little dirt mound he had dug. "What's small fluff's name? Who are your parents?" his head tilted to the side. This one didn't smell like Faite so it had to be another's fluffy thing. He tried not to stand in case he startled the other. Settling his face to the floor as he stared intensely. It seemed like Ritsy had grown comfortable around them, even if he did think about all those dead things he hurt. He stuck with torturing animals now - collecting bones and the like that he hoarded in his den. His eyes glinted - maybe one day he'd find a wolf with his interests. "Talk"