The young pup would look up at the sky, it was filled with the tops of trees. The trees were so much bigger than her or any other wolf for that matter. She would lower her gaze and look around her, she was alone. Her mother had died and she didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t old enough to hunt or fight. She would have thought to look for a pack if she knew what they were, her mother being a loner she never really needed to know what packs were. The danger of being alone finally hit her, this was not a good state to be in. Elthia would shiver a bit in the cold air and whisper to nobody in particular, “Help.”

He had been settled into his den for a small amount of time now. After rejection from all of the packs, he found nothing better to do. Just a lonely hermit living in the redbud nook. The cluster of tree's made fine cover for his den. As a voice caught the mexican wolf's ears he went to turn to find out what it was. In the midst of the forest was a small pup, it made his expression move for a moment to that of surprise. Nose lowered as he approached. "Do you know where you're parents are young one?" he asked in a soft voice not wanting to scare her. After all, if he upset her and the parents showed up he could have been in some deep trouble. Along with the fact, he didn't feel like dealing with being mis-gendered by an angry couple. It was even worse if the pup was alone, for it was dangerous for any child to be alone. "I speak"

Elthia would turn her head as another wolf approached her, she was fully aware that anybody could be dangerous. She would turn her body to be able to fully look at the woman, her nose was lowered so she took it that they meant no harm to her. The woman would ask her if she knew where her parents were, she only knew the whereabouts of one of them. The other she had never met, so the question could be answered either way. Her mom hadn’t talked much about religion either so she really didn’t know where her parents were. She would answer the wolf’s question with a simple reply “No.”