If anyone in her family found out what she was doing, minus her sisters who might think it cool, she was going to be in sooo much trouble. Though she was nearing her first full year of life, she was still small, smaller than normal even, and that put her in constant danger of being preyed upon. Taviora was extremely safe, secured by large, old trees that seemed to watch over the land like silent guardians. She however crazed more adventure than what her forest home had to offer, and so the princess had waddled out into the neighboring Enocra woodlands, bright scarlet eyes filled with both wonder and caution as she walked through a whole new world. Her tail swayed gently behind her and her brown ears stayed pricked at attention, listening like tiny radar dishes for any sound that could be a dangerous predator, or worse a scary relative.

The small osprey girl had always been one for adventure and discovery, as well as the friendships made along the way. So far, all she had in the way of friends were her family and Vortigern, but she hoped to expand that list soon enough, knowing Vortigern had siblings she had yet to meet. One of her closest friends was her grandfather, whom she loved so much and loved to follow around and learn from. He was so kind, and since he had stepped down from the throne, allowing her uncle Amoxtli to take his place, it left him more time to spend with her. But she also wasn't overbearing, staying away so that he could spend a lot of time with his mate who wasn't feeling good in her old age. Scarlett made sure to be especially gentle and quiet around her grandmother. It was one of the things that made her so like able, just how considerate she was to everyone around her.

She waddled quietly along, staring up at the large trees and even some of the news ones that fought for life from the soil of a past fire. It was then that she heard some noise: footsteps so quiet she barely caught them. Instinctively she hunkered down, fur standing on end defensively as she sniffed the air to see if she could smell whatever was moving. And then she saw her: A female wolf only a few year older than her. She was hard to pick out, her colors to seamless with the surrounding area. The stranger moved with a cool, stream like grace that intrigued the young girl and pulled her to move closer, tail wagging in a friendly manner despite knowing she'd get into more trouble if her family found out she was walking up to a stranger older than her and capable of hurting her if she so desired.

"Hello?" she called out, trying to gain the girl's attention with her sweet voice. This girl could be a possible new friend, and that's all the information Scarlett needed to keep her waddling forward towards the stranger, increasing her pace to catch up to the quicker, longer legs of the girl.