Caligula, her mother, had been the focus of all of her attention of late. Her father had gone on a business trip to Iromar, or so she had been lead to believe, so she hardly had him to follow around, and Maradona was doing her own thing too. As for her younger siblings? She didn't know how but somehow even they managed to make her feel excluded from their private little circle. So, it had been mother and Sinclair around the clock, her russet form bounding from one den to the next in what seemed like a continuous, never ending cycle of movement. It couldn't be helped. By chance, perhaps, she had been born with several wolves' worth of energy - whereas her other siblings were somewhat mellower, she constantly needed to be either moving, speaking or at least thinking. Even with her father gone, that had not changed. When her mother had become less than cheerful, she had moved back into the routine of patrolling the entire pack land over and over, a task she seldom got bored of.

One wolf she had missed in particular had been Delya, even though she hadn't seen the girl in well over a year. After all, she had been the closest she had come to having a friend, and a friend that could keep up with her at that. They had roamed about the Crags a few times, each time discovering something or someone new. It had been from Delya that she had learnt to have such sturdy balance and how to scramble up and down rocks looking much more graceful than her original attempts. Even though she moved about, seemingly as cheerful as usual, she couldn't help but feel strangely alone as she did so. With her parents and siblings preoccupied, with Delya gone and Sinclair busy... she didn't have anyone to spend time with at all. She'd tried to find friends in the free lands but few older wolves wished to speak with her, something she had fast grown used to. Instead, she had to roam about Glorall alone. Even though she should have been used to it, it still sucked.

That was until she saw another, another one whom she recognised and who she knew to be young like her, too. Though she didn't remember his name, she remembered him - she'd seen him with Octavia in the past, and even though her sister never outwardly spoke of him, she knew they were at least friends. An idea ignited inside her at that realisation - if he could befriend Octavia, why not her? They were sisters, after all, so they had to be similar in some tiny way, right? It seemed like a damn good idea to her! With a huff of determination, she raced after him, bounding from rock to rock and over the fallen branches. Why was he in such a hurry anyway!?

"Hey! Wait up!"

She called after him, making one last effort to catch up to him before she leapt for it - a tackle, fast and efficient. It was a damn good way of slowing him down. She hadn't quite learnt social tact yet, but nonetheless, it was a good start. If she missed, well, he'd be the lucky one and she'd need to recover but if she didn't? Oh, she'd make sure his landing was comfortable enough, tackling him into the tall, lush grass with the broadest smile she could muster on her face.