In all her short life she had only ever known her mother until the day that she woke up from her slumber and mother was gone. Without her Fjallraven had been left adrift in this cruel world, scraping by with leftover carcasses that the buzzards had finished with and drinking from stale puddles and ponds. Without she had thought that she had nothing and yet on this day she has made another friend in a small line of them. Reich, Viserys, Everlyse, and now Jericho. It was strange to her somewhat because she had no skills. Instead she was constantly seeking others to take care of her. Yet tonight she feels a rush, a high, from killing the poor coon. It is the first time that she has felt as if she might be able to accomplish this hunting thing. That she might be on her way to taking care of herself and the pride that would bring with it. All thanks to Jericho.

It is precisely because she is not used to company that she does not find anything wrong in the way he stares at her. Some might think his look is one of a predator to prey, the watching and observing, but she is just happy that he hasn't run off yet and left her. Now that her belly was full and her mind somewhat clearer with it she remembered that she was lost. She remembered a lot of things with a full stomach and her eyes dropped to his hurt leg. "Did the racoon bite your leg?"

At this time he congratulates her and Fjallraven takes the praise with joy, ears falling back and eyes narrowing as a broad smile sits upon her lovely maw. Smiles looked beautiful on her face and eased the painful way her skin clung to her. She lifts her small paw and gnaws on it gently, teeth pulling at her claws and tongue lavishing them to release both blood and dirt. She obliges his approach by dipping her nose down so he could look upon it and her tail sweeps across the grass. "Well she got me back!" Now there is humor in her golden eyes.

Jericho now begins to ask the questions. Where would they go? Well back home of course! It wasn't safe anywhere else and Fjallraven didn't want him to get hurt along with her. "We can go to my home. Asteraia. I just don't--umm- know the way back." A sheepish expression crosses her face but it isn't quite as shame faced as it was in the beginning. She has gotten used to his company and he seemed happy to have her around anyways. Now her ears perk up and she beams at him. "Of course we are. You saved me!" So innocent she is, attaching such things together. Would he have held this against her in another life? Made her repay this debt not with friendship but with some other task?

Fjallraven leaps up again so that now their faces are close together and she nods ecstatically. "Yes! Who is she?" It was quite a long shot for her to agree to it considering she hardly knew anyone but she wanted to appear as if she was accomplished at something and really, how hard could it be to find one wolf? Right? Then again maybe she should find her way home before she starts looking for other wolves.