The small girl is blessed it would seem, for it is not a wandering predator that stumbles upon her, but rather a kind and gentle male wolf. Maybe the forest had granted her some of its magic to bless her with life, or maybe it was simply luck, either way she would survive. Naturally, the dead mother is what drags the soon to be father closer to investigate. Then, and only then, does he hear the soft cries of the little lost girl, see her plush form pressed up against the deceased female. She is completely helpless, completely at his mercy, for she cannot hear or see him. Her nose, however, picks him up as he moves closer, lowering himself to her level. While her ears may be mostly plugged still, they do pick up the faintest sound of him seeming to coo to her, much like her mother had done.

Instinctively she turns towards him, starting to squirm towards the strange and comforting sound and scent. He nudges her and makes her give off a few grunts and whines and she continues on her trek towards him. Fortunately, he saves her the effort and picks her up, earning a gruff grunt in surprise. She wiggles slightly in his grasp before he sets her down at his paws. She begins to feel more content here, and instinct drives her to explore and discover more about the gentle giant that was caring for her. He was not mother, but there was always a possibility that he had food and would give her some, like her belly demanded. Before she can try to crawl around him however, she hears him howl, calling out for someone to come. The tiny pup does not understand it, but instinctively she throws her head back and imitates him, a small squeaky howl of her own falling into place beside his.

When his melody stopped and he began to clean her, she fell quiet, at least as quiet as she could be. She continues on her little quest to explore the mountain that was Lucero: her first mission to get out from between his paws. But then she smells another as she gets really close to the cream and brown girl. She begins to squeak and whine again, mostly in curiosity as Zeltzin reaches down and touches her on her small little head. Her burning red eyes peeked open once more, to try and see what was going on around her, but the sun was too blinding and she closed them again, grunting and grumbling in displeasure at how the world was too bright.

Her ears are not good enough yet to hear the whisper of the forest princess that would become her mother. She barks, trying now to squirm from Lucero to Zeltzin. Her nose was however trained enough to smell food coming from her, and so she moved with a quick speed to try and get to her, squeaking in the process.