It would be a good challenge to have her co-operate with the younger wolves. After all, she has no voice and children are prone to ignoring those without it. If she wishes to become our Wildfire then she ought to be able to shake free from such a hindrance. If not, there are always places for those that need more time to achieve their own kind of greatness. I do believe she will do well, though. She has done well to give her thoughts to me without words and I have no doubt she will bring a firm hand down upon those that do not listen to her as they should. It cannot be helped that I think of her position as I watch my own... son, I suppose, though I do not like such a term for him. He is his own wolf, after all, though he might have been constructed of his mother and I. At times, I do not appreciate his dark fur if only because it reminds me of Achlys' disappearance. It is like an obnoxious itch - one I cannot scratch away. Nonetheless, he will be required to learn soon. He cannot stay a curious child for the rest of his life.

I watch him for some time before I begin to return to my mother, content to relax while I contemplate what must be done. Elohim is, of course, off on his own once more, an occurrence that does not bother me in the least. It is her children - my siblings - that bother me now, though I do my best to remain lukewarm towards them. In that sense, I remain outside the den when my mother is not awake; I sit some distance away from the mouth, still fighting to remove the scent of birth and blood from the area. My mother heals poorly, it seems, and so it is quite a challenge to keep the area acceptable. If a predator comes, I shall drag her away but I cannot say the same for the four that did this to her. I am almost tempted to look at them once more until I hear an unusual sound nearby; it puts me on edge at first and yet, it is not an entirely natural thing. So, I seek it.

I move with a caution of sorts through the bramble, my body slinking through the grass and wild branches. My eyes are hard in search of the sound's origin, only softening when they find the familiar dark form of the silent girl. It is then that I rise to my full height, the slim branches around me cracking and snapping as I do so; my own alert, I suppose. I step out from the bramble slowly and at a distance, eyeing her curiously as I settle in place, my eyes drifting between her and the stick she holds. "How peculiar. It is all I say in acknowledgement, perhaps a little... interested in how she came to such a conclusion. It had worked, after all. Perhaps it ought to be useful in its own way.

Yet, I am curious as to why she has summoned me. I stand squarely between she and the path that leads to my mother's den, unwilling to let others close until I am certain she will not... cause issues. My mother, that is. She is volatile at the best of times and with weakness suckling at her side and bleeding from her loins, who knows how she will be when she awakens. For now, it is for the best. And so, I shall wait for the girl's indication and we shall go elsewhere. Perhaps I shall convince her to hunt with me this day in order to provide more.