Packs were a thing of strength and dedication. I didn't know many in Glorall because I had focused so completely on my family and my healing arts that I never got out but I also felt strongly that if something happened to me the pack would come to my rescue. Hadrian would not forget about me. I was his apprentice and helper and he had invested time in my training. I did not count him as a wolf to let such a thing go to waste. It was not as assuring as say a love of family but with my parents gone all I had left in Glorall was Feather. I would not wish her to come save me if it meant getting hurt in the process: she was my beloved sister and I would do anything to protect her. Still, even in a pack, winter was difficult. How this boy managed to survive in this extreme cold and lack of ready food sources makes me curious. Besides, he is nice, and I enjoyed being around nice wolves. It helped ease the sadness that still lingers in me.

The boy goes first and I follow him calmly, inwardly thankful for his lead because sometimes I did doubt myself. If I had led then I would be thinking "what if he attacks me?" "what if he runs off?" until I grew agitated with myself. He answers my questions with an understanding smile and I return it, not at all embarrassed. One never got answers if they didn't ask questions. Hadrian had told me "no question is stupid." "Oh, okay then!" I say in acknowledgement so he knew I wouldn't pester him about it again. "I was around my parents equally. I think my aunt spoke like you but I never got to meet her. Mother said she couldn't find her," I speak softly, more inwardly than towards him as I mused over this past bit of information that I had forgotten. Not to mention bringing up my mother reminded me that she wasn't around anymore.

He pauses at a moist section of the tunnels and immediately my ears rise (except the upper portion of my curled right ear) and I press past him. My tail brushes up against his side in a completely unplanned manner and I glance at him with an embarrassed look before I focus on gathering some plants and nudging them or carrying them into the beaver pouch I had. The mushrooms that grew here were tender and attempted to fall apart when I tried to pluck them out so I carefully pawed at them until their stems snapped. At this point I was unsure if they could be poisonous so I stopped grabbing with my mouth and instead rolled and pawed them. When my bag seem sufficiently full of moss, mushrooms, and some other questionable things, I turn back to find Ame still there.

My expression is of open enjoyment, tail waving slightly. "Thank you for helping me Ame! There is plenty here for me to work with and to take to my mentor." I hesitate for a second, not quite wanting to leave his company yet. It had been a while since I had been in the company of one close to my age. "What are you doing in here anyways, if I might ask?"