Caprica just loved it when pups were really listening to you - a rare event, in her experience - and their reaction was to freeze as if they didn't know what to do or what to think. They had so much to learn: it brought a tugging sensation to her heartstrings. When the response did come, it was hesitant, but sounded like good news. At least the mysterious older brother could walk and talk, so he couldn't have been badly set back. A voice rang out through the trees, and Caprica cupped a hand to her ear meaningfully, gazing at the kids with eyes wide in a rather exaggerated what-was-that expression, but there was no need for her theatrics, as they had both heard. The puppies shot away, eager to return to their base - hopefully not hurrying because they were afraid of punishment - but Sophie found time for a short - but affectionate given the brief encounter - farewell, which seemed to rule that conjecture out. "Well you never know Sophie, maybe some time," Caprica answered her with similar affection in her voice, already smitten by the tiny creatures. "Goodbye to ya," she called after them, but softly, and she wasn't sure they'd heard.
Although she was still concerned about the tiny pair being cared for by one single lone wolf, she knew there was bound to be more to this story: vulnerable families like this did not travel for no good reason. The life of a loner was not one to be chosen lightly, and they must either be on their way somewhere, or have some other good reason to wander. She would have liked to speak with the elder brother, though. She could have offered them a place in her mother's pack, for perhaps they had not heard of a place with friendly borders nearby. Still, out here there were others that were closer: she was sure if a pack was really what they sought, they would be able to find one without too much difficulty. And of course, she could not go and butt in upon the fellow's recovery without getting the younger two into trouble, and possibly sticking her grandfather-resembling muzzle in where it wasn't wanted. She straightened up, thighs burning from holding the puppy-friendly position for such a long time, and absently rubbed the horse's nose as she waited until she was certain she did not hear cries for help - or shouts of rage - or anything else disconcerting. Nothing came, and she saw no movement through the trees. Eventually she conceded that her presence really wasn't required, and she would not be called upon today to save the day. To her surprise, this came as something of a disappointment. She led the mare to an old fallen log, using the tree to climb gracefully back into the saddle: none of that undignified vaulting for Caprica if she could help it. Then, gathering up the reins she clucked and squeezed her heels in the manner she'd been only recently taught, so recently that the instantaneous reaction of obedience from the mare still gave her something of a surprised thrill. The newly-matched pair moved off through the trees, putting distance between herself and the infantile pair, considering which it was really remarkable the length of time her imagination clung onto those adorable little faces, upturned in a disarming coupling of sweetly innocent appeal and a scowl of youthful rebellion. Yes: Caprica would proceed to daydream all the long way home, and this time to her enormous satisfaction, there was no sultry dark male involved, none whatsoever. Now there was one presence she would not feel the lack of in her mind, although it had taken really an astounding amount of time to feel free once more, and some quite extreme methods.