It was early, the sun was just barely rising over the horizon and here Seraphine was, sneaking out of her den to find Dragneel. He had told her before that he would do whatever she asked, and would be there to protect her. This was why she was looking for him. The pup wanted him, wanted to spend time with the older wolf. He was the only one who wasn't family that she could go to for some form of fun. Dragneel? She called softly, standing in the entrance of the den she had followed his scent to. She was hoping he would be up and would be able to play with her or take her someplace where they could have some fun. Seraphine had been feeling lonely, like she didn't belong here, and so she needed somebody to help put that feeling at ease. Can I come in? She called again, still soft incase he was still sleeping. She took a step forward, head low and ear back. Slowly she moved forward, entering his den, mismatched eyes searching the darkness for her new friend. "normal, talk, think, you"

Dragneel had been troubled for a small while, but those feelings had quickly melted away. He had curled up in his den, and slept with dark thoughts of emptiness and nothing. His tail up against his side, as if he was a small ball. Considering his size, he was tiny compared to all the wolves around him besides pups for that matter. Yet as soon as he heard his masters voice his red unsettling eyes opened up like slits. Starring out as if a dragon with no soul had lost its way. His tail flicked lightly as he stirred. "You don't have to ask permission to enter with me mistress. Simply enter as you wish." Dragneel raised his head to look at the small pup. Had she gotten away from her den again to come here? No matter he was not supposed to judge his masters words. But a soft smile rose on his face as he looked kindly at Seraphine. "Is there something troubling you? Or has boredom taken it's tole on you?" He asked with a slight chuckle. He hadn't been able to act this way in forever, not since his brother killed his first master who did not treat him well. Broken bones, and such even though there was only the scar he had given himself on his muzzle. His black tip was hard to see in the darkness of the den, but his white patch that broke out of the russet colored males face seemed like it was the lightness in the dark. Perhaps there was a sense of something in Dragneel he didn't understand himself. Speech,

You don't have to ask permission to enter with me mistress. Simply enter as you wish. Her friend's voice reached the pup's good ear. A small smile forming on her lips when he said she could enter without permission, her stump of a tail slowly wiggling behind her. It made her a little happy to know she could enter as she pleased, but there was that little part of her that found it a little weird, she would still ask for permission. When her eyes finally adjusted to the change of lighting she could see him curled up in the back of his den, golden and ocean blue eyes falling upon his smile. Is there something troubling you? Or has boredom taken it's tole on you? He asked, by time he had asked she was already well within his den, now standing just a tail length from him. I... wanted to see you. She said softly, lowering her head, gaze focused on a pebble in which she lightly kicked. My brothers and sister are too small for me to play with, and mama Luce is tired a lot... you are my only friend. She admitted, slowly lifting her head to look at the male. The pup was lonely, and she wasn't the type to just go out there and meet other wolves. What if they were mean and attacked her for just wanting to be their friend? Seraphine did not want to go to them, she wanted to be with people she knew, like Dragneel and her family. "normal, talk, think, you"