Scarlett knew he parents would eventually come looking for her, but she also knew she had a while longer to stay out, explore, and play with her new friend. They had just assumed she had gone out and about through Taviora as she always did, either to play on her own or to find her friend Vortigern. Little did they know, that she was out making a new friend, outside of the trees that guarded her home with trees she was unfamiliar with. The young girl knew it was dangerous, but she also knew that dangerous things could lead to great things, and if she never did dangerous things she would never know, never learn, even if it was the hard way. It was something she was simply born with, the will to risk it for the reward.

She doesn't find this wolf scary in the slightest now that she has made it clear that she is friendly. Scarlett is a very accepting wolf when it comes to differences, disabilities, and just strange things that wolves did. She didn;t judge, unless what another did hurt others or her, then she cared enough to speak her mind about it. This girl before her had done nothing wrong, her only difference was that she did not speak and that was okay with Scarlett. It didn't define if she was a good or a bad wolf, her actions did and she was being kind to the small girl, making her a good wolf no matter the differences that set her apart from other wolves.

The girl seemed to understand Scarlett's motion with her name, but she looked perplexed for a moment which worried Scarlett if she could understand her at all. Luckily though, it seemed to get through and she brought her own paw up to her shoulder to motion that it was her name. "Raaapter." she said, looking proud of herself and so Scarlett broke out into a big smile, tail wagging. She had a name and that was all she needed out a friend and the fact that she had tried so hard and been able to do this. No more words were needed for Scarlett, just play.

And so when she attempted to entice play out of the older girl, she is so happy when the larger girl wiggles down to scoot closer, adding in her own barks. Every time raptor wiggle-scooted closer Scarlett would run up to her, give her the most gentle of playful taps with her paw, and then scurry away. She did this repeatedly, her own little game, until the older girl stopped and flopped over, staring at the osprey girl with a grin. Scarlett laughed, a delightful noise that the song of a beautiful songbird. She ran back up, laying down on the way to come to a sliding stop before the earth toned girl and rolling over onto her belly, paws pawing at the older girl, a big grin on her face. Raptor may not have words, but as far as Scarlett was concerned she didn't need them to be a friend. And a friend she was.