My light weight caused my steps to be so gentle on the twigs that unless I was in a hurry, or extremely careless, I was quiet. Not as quiet as not making a sound, but as quiet as anyone my size would be. I knew that I was so much smaller than most wolves, heck, I doubted that I would be of an average height when I got older, but that was fine with me. Small of frame and light meant that I could run away faster than anyone and squeeze in places others couldn't due to their size.

He didn't seem to be the kind to endanger me, so no, I wasn't on the defense, and that was fine with me. If my father saw us, that'd be a different story. I knew I'd see his face scrunched into a glower of some kind, and the thought amused me. I tilted my head when he spoke, answering my words. "Some, yes, but not everyone." I knew my grandma had been alone when she died, she had tucked my mother in a bush and took off, her enemy chasing her to kill her. But then again, if that hadn't happened, who knew if I'd be here to this day.

"I've never been to Tavoira, so I wouldn't even know where to go." Honesty spews from my lips, my shoulders tensing and easing, almost like a shrug. I don't know many other packs here. I knew Asteraia, because it had been home for so long. The freelands were all I knew, except my brief trip to Spirane for that puppy bash thing. He took off in the direction I'm assuming Tavoria was in, and while I didn't really know him, or his name, I wasn't going to be alone when I could follow him, that made so much more sense, right?