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Sorries, I am now back from finals/moving <33 -postpost- Playing that Wretch arrived with Saul.
She left with the gentle giant of a wolf, three of her legs taking quick steps to keep up with him. Wretch often found herself following the adult around, stalking him as he went about his daily duties, and considered it a sort of training exercise for her. She wanted to get stronger, and felt that she had spent far too many hours inside the den already. Now that she was speaking a little better (though her quiet nature was continuing to prevent her from using her words as most other pups would) she could communicate her wants and needs and did so on a regular basis when she was around Saul. Anyone else normally received a blank stare or cold shoulder from the pup.
Her leg still hurt to put weight down on it, and she sometimes wondered if it would be this useless forever. Wretch didn't know how what she had been like in the past, but she was a fairly rambunctious and imaginative pup these days. She either spent her time alone or with Saul, though, letting herself laugh and smile around him on occasion. When she was alone, she went on little adventures and made up games to play with the animals that she found in the forest. Other wolves were too stressful and scary for her to handle being around most days.
In fact, when she did see another wolf near the cabin or around the cabin she tended to disappear, even when left alone with Siku. Wretch didn't like to be looked at or watched by others...she liked to be the one doing the watching. Spying. Stalking. Whatever it was. She knew that she looked funny with her limp, that it wasn't normal to have a leg that you couldn't use and a jaw that still twinged when she tried to talk, and didn't want to answer the questions that would surely come from a conversation with another of her species. Saul knew that she couldn't remember anything from before her accident at the beach.
The small girl sat down as he went up to greet the leader, eying Nayru suspiciously. She had been told of many of the pack members, but hadn't interacted with many of them. She recognized the leader, at least. Wretch didn't approach, instead waiting for Saul to come and sit back down next to her. She stared around at the others that were arriving, keeping her mouth shut, heart beating quickly with nervousness at this social situation. Hopefully everything would begin soon so that she could go back home to her quiet cabin.