The lass was not taking this well at all. Her dreams had crumbled to pieces, within a matter of days. Wudubearo had been compromised by darkness, ultimately running her and her packmates out as there was nothing to sustain life within that darkness. Ultimately she had lost some pounds off, but seeking refuge in Uyaraut had let her hunt and gain some back but, under all her fur there was still some boniness to the lass' body and she could feel it some days, it hurt. But today was not one of those days, today; she felt like herself. Bounding through the forest, play bowing here and there and prancing herself through the brush. Her childlike personality coming out as she felt better today. Abruptly stopping, she tasted the air. Dead animal her lyrics rang through her head, and as she slowly continued on, the next scent to hit her nares was wolves. Being her bubbly self, she bounded through the brush not realizing how close they were and if the black brute did not move she would crash into his pillars and shoulder area and tumble over.

Obviously if the younger black brute did move, she would tumble past him. Regardless, she would get up, shake her pelt out and swing her plume back and forth in a friendly manner. Then she would go on to apologize to the black varg. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize how close the scent of other wolves was to where I was at!" her plume would not stop swinging back and forth, showing how happy she was. The lass was truly bubbly and was not the type to think herself to be hurt by others, thus she was so trusting of other wolves.

The lass' past was not the best but it sure as hell did not show outwardly. In fact, since the horrible set of events she had dwelled a little deeper into her child like personality and thus, her small frame did not help in showing that she was in fact not a child but an adult and just a very bubbly and happy personality.