Tithe

There was a particular little furry body Tithe was searching for on this particular day. He knew she had been around the mountains. Though she was young it seemed she had been able to find herself in nooks and crannies, as well as on ledges and cliff that would have been heartstopping to any adult who would have found her. A little quirk of his lips seemed permanent while his nose was glued to the ground.

She had been around under the rules of both Daenerys and Roman. It was a wonder she had stayed, or if she had even chosen to. For all he could have known she had gotten lost in the trails of the mountains and had not found her family’s scent to carry her back to their sides. He doubted it though. From the scents he could pick up there was no trace of fear. Merely a sense of adventure and a desire that pressed her on ward. The more he searched for her he was more confident in his decision. If anyone knew the mountains themselves and saw through their eyes, it was this young lady.

At last the scent started to grow stronger and he picked up his pace. Gaze searching as madly as his nose he let out a bark. He was not sure of her name, though he had scented her around and had an incredibly important question for the young pup.