I had not, in all honesty, expected someone to find me so quick. I had not expected anyone to find me at all, and so when I catch the sound of paws against forest floor I almost turn to look up with guilty sea foam and warm red brown eyes. But what stops me is the flurry of movement around me, and then the sudden appearance of a red headed girl before me. She is older than me by a few years, that much I can tell- everyone and anyone is older than me by a lot I am finding, and though we share vaguely similar colours we are not related. I have never met her before, and in truth she is the first wolf of Taviora I've met that is not part of my immediate family. Mother has spoken to me before though, about non blood relatives that still stay in the forest much like us. Uncle Sen's children, she had called them, even if Sen was not her blood Uncle she still considered him such for some reason. I have never met him or any of his family, and I cannot help but wonder if she may be one of them. How common could mostly entirely red wolves be, after all? And with the golden weaved throughout her fur I feel that my thoughts are indeed correct.

I am pulled away from such thoughts, however, when she asks me if I am a forest sprite. I have never heard of such a thing, but with a tiny puff of my little chest, I am standing straighter and with my freckled face held up and proud. "How kind of you to recognize me, forest wolf. I am indeed a.." it takes me a moment, perhaps, to gather the word she had used just prior, but I gather it all the same. "sprite." I am confident in my statement, for indeed I do like this title as well, Forest Sprite Midna, even if I do not know what a forest sprite truly is; I still rather like the sound of it. I nod in turn to her whispers, coveting such a secret between us for surely there are others who may well know what a forest sprite is. Perhaps they seek to take such things from me, and I shall not allow it! Neither will my newly found friend- for friend she is else I would not happily fall into step with her.

We are going the same way, it seems, and brightly curious sea foam green eyes turn up to the lilac irises of the girl as we walk. I am interested in her, as I am interested in some things, and I find my young voice floating in the space between us because of it. "What might this sprite named Midna call the pretty red forest wolf?" Growing up in a small family that spoke two languages left my speech a little strange, I know, but I happened to like my fragmented words. They were unlike any other I have met, thus I am special in my own ways and many other ways. I'm not sure exactly where it is we are headed, but I am rather content to accompany this girl wherever it was she was headed. Perhaps, because she knows sprites, she can lead me to more better and more glorious things.