The initial flicker of panic burst in her little body. Any time another wolf approached her she feared the fangs or the claws. Before she could allow the fear to take over her, or show on her face, she forced a smile at the wolf who approached her. She hoped it was sincere enough for a face that had never done so before. Emboldened by even this simple of a thing, her tail started to tap against the rock she was placed upon. This was getting easier by the moment.

The smile turned bashful, and she struggled to keep it from becoming shy. This was all so new to her. Kindness and his polite title for her took her breath away. It was such a strange feeling, she could not help but let her innocent soul fall into the pleasure of being able to talk and be freely. Mirage nestled into her spot on the rock, her face starting to shine with a sweetness that began to erase the strange bloody markings of her fur.

I am wonderful this morning! She breathed the word to savour the taste of it on her tongue. Wonderful, she was and was going to be wonderful. A beauty in the world of oddity and solitude. The decision had been made and her adventure started today, right now. She grinned down at him. How are you? Her tail wagged. She had watched him play with wide eyes. She did not know how to play.

The flames of anticipation were being fanned. The pup had all but given up on her life seasons ago. She had something to thrive for.