the real question was where in the heck was she? one minute, she had been standing in front of her mother. she could still feel her beautiful mothers soft breath rustling her fur. the smell of berries on her breath. it was relaxing. the way her bony body would conform around her small frame. the way her mother would tell her she loved her and goodnight. vesta missed those, but they all seemed to have flown by so quickly. her father was a good for nothing bastard who didn't deserve her mother. he didn't deserve anything that their family had given him, but her mother was so in love it just happened. the next moment she was standing in a vacant field, alone with no one to tell her it was okay. with no one to kiss her goodnight.

that's when the call entered her ears. it was beautiful, it sounded motherly. it was serene and she felt compelled to answer the call. being the small child she was, she was skeptical. who would call and not expect an answer? "kalaks, beautiful and pure, hear my call and come lend me your ears." it wasn't mean, didn't sound that way. vesta glanced down at her russet coloured tones, a smile forming upon her lips. she was a kalak, she deserve s a presence with the lady, didn't she? but would this stranger accept her? vesta took a deep breath, letting her small skinny onyx legs bring her forward.

vesta looked up and tilted her slim cranium, seeing a few kalak she up ahead. there stood a black and white lady, a male at her side. a non kalak stood there as well. the small pup took a few step steps forward, her wide eyes gazing at the two. "h..hello?" she called out, limping forward. she had managed no tin twost her paw on a rock while trotting over to the new wolves. there were also a few other kalaks. "i.. heard your call. i'm here to listen.. my parents are no longer and i'm alone. will you have me?"