The little patchwork girl was looking this way and that, sniffing the air as she did so. Her blue eyes roamed the lands, trying to decide where she would go next, her small brown ears turning this way and that as she hunted for some interesting sound or sight that she could go and investigate. Perhaps there would be a dragon hiding amongst the grasses, or some villain tresspassing in the stables, someone that she could fight off and prove her nobility, prove that she was brave enough to look after this pack with her daddy. The little female had a vivid and very active imagination, this was a good thing for her as the little patchwork girl was often easily bored, her attention span being short as it was with most children of her age, so often she wandered away into fantasy, thinking up adventures to bound her way through, racing about the lands, away on amazing missions in her mind. In that way the girl could keep herself entertained for hours, she was always the one to think up the games for her siblings to join in with as well, she was content to play on her own though, but sometimes company was nice, she did enjoy getting others to join in with her games, she had even coerced her father into playing a few times, at those times he would gladly play the pantomime style villain for his children to defeat, happily pretending to kidnap Felicity and then allowing his other children to attack him and be defeated. He was of course never any real danger, he was the kind of villain that one read about in fictional books, the ones that could always be defeated, the ones that revealed their plans and then were shocked when the heroes foiled them. She had based all of her villains on these fictional characters, always making sure that they were defeated in the end, the heroes of the tale rescuing those who needed to be rescued and escaping with their lives, over coming every obstacle in their way and racing away to their secret hideout, just like Robin Hood himself. The little patchwork girl had no idea that there were much scarier villians out there, ones that would get away with their evil plans and cause hurt and destruction, in a child's world there was no real danger, and this was how it would stay with the little fae for quite some time no doubt.

She was thinking up a game as she stood in the doorway, her multicoloured tail wagging with the cheerful anticipation of adventures that she would soon be having, she mused over the idea of going to find her daddy, to ask him if she might have the cream horse and then convince him to teach her to ride. She was a very good negotiator, mostly because she was relentless in her mentioning of what she wanted until she wore her father down, he would eventually agree just to silence her. Perhaps he would indeed allow her to have her own horse, the cream mare seemed to be fond of the little patchwork girl after all, Robin was sure that she wouldn't mind being owned by the mulitcoloured girl. The little female was about to bound off towards home, to cling to her father's leg and nag at him until he taught her how to ride the nicely tempered mare when she was suddenly leapt at by a smaller wolf. He shouted boo, the little female was indeed surprised, although she had been looking around the lands it had been in an absent minded way, not really focusing on anything, her mind had been wandering to the idea of riding the mare just as her daddy rode Drogon, the enormous stallion that seemed to be more his friend than a pet. The little female jumped in the air, looking at the smaller male, was he a baddie? No, surely he could not be, he was far too young to be a baddie yet, he was not big enough to be any threat to the little female. She smiled at him once she looked him over, he smelled of the pack, so he must be an ally, baddies didn't live in the pack, her father had told her that, the pack was her family and therefore no danger to her.
"Hello! My name's Robin, who are you?" The patchwork girl asked, smiling at the male. She looked up and noticed a larger male not far away from them, she smiled at him as well, her tail wagging cheerfully as she looked at him.
"Hello there!" She called to the older male, glad to see that he was not Noss, the grumpy male who had told her off for playing in the stables. He seemed nice enough, but he had been very grumpy. She hoped that this older male would not be like him, he looked like he would be friendly though, perhaps he was this little adventurous male's father?

The white male complimented Robin's parents and the little female smiled broadly at him, her tail wagging furiously as she looked at him, this male knew how special her mommy and daddy were, this was wonderful, the little multicoloured girl had always suspected that they were special, and now this male seemed to agree, this was fantastic in her mind.
"Thank you very much, I think they're wonderful, especially my Daddy, he's a hero you know, I'm going to be just like him when I grow up, I shall be an intrepid explorer and adventurer, saving wolves in need, just like him." The little girl replied with a grin, her tail still wagging, she loved talking about her plans, and her parents, in all honesty she just liked talking, the little fae was always full of stories and ideas, it was nice to have a new audience to regale. Realising that she was being rude she added, "I think that you're a very nice man too, I think Jiva is lucky to have you for a father." She smiled at the little red male, bouncing slightly again from the excitement of going to see the birds now.

The little patchwork girl's tail began to wag even harder as she marched through the stables, she kept turning to throw grins at the little red pup and his father, she was excited, she had never seen tame birds before. The only birds she had ever seen were usually sitting in trees or hanging high in the sky, seeming to drift aimlessly past the clouds, the little Aatte girl liked birds, she was a little envious of them if she was honest, she would love to know what it was like to fly, she was sure she would be good at it, she was quite good at the things she tried, she was going to be a hero after all, she needed to be good at things. Although the idea did cross her mind briefly that it would be like her first shift, where she could not make anything work how she wanted it to, what would happen if she were to end up stuck like that? She would be floating about unable to get down, that would be awful, at least when she was sat on the floor unable to get up she would have grass to eat, although it was disgusting. The very thought of the taste of the green stalks she had tentatively put in her mouth made her shudder and her brow furrow, no she would not like to be stuck in the air, after all what would she eat? What did clouds taste of? They looked fluffy, like the sheep she had seen, perhaps they tasted like sheep? The multicoloured female doubted this though, no, it would not do to be stuck in the sky like a bird, although it would make her rescues much easier, being able to zip across the sky and scoop those in need up with her, away from whatever dangers they had to face. No, she would leave the sky to the birds, especially as she had no idea how to even go about beginning to fly, she had never seen a wolf fly, perhaps someone would know how, she would ask her Daddy when she got home.

When they arrived at the bird's roosting place the little female's eyes widened beyond what she seemed capable of, the bird that landed on the tall male's arm was enormous, she had never seen any bird so large before. She had always supposed that they might exist, she had seen the larger silhouettes high in the sky, but from that distance all birds seemed to be small, she had always just expected them to be a little larger than the other birds that she saw nesting in the trees. But this bird was huge, he had fierce looking talons and a sharp beak, the female wasn't sure he was a bird, if it hadn't been for the wings she would have been certain, he looked to predatory to be one of those little chirruping creatures that flew overhead, no, he had to be some kind of winged wolf, perhaps some kind of cat; the little female was rather naive when it came to creatures such as cats, having not really seen one up close before either, so in her mind this creature could be a cat.
"He can't be a bird! He's much too large! And look at his spiky feet, he has to be come sort of cat, doesn't he? What is he?" The little fae asked, her small brow furrowed in confusion, looking from Jiva to Niro and back again. She knew that there were birds of prey, she had read about them in the books that were littered around the house, but she had never known that they grew so large, this male bird was huge, she remembered vaguely seeing a picture that looked a little like him, but it had been small, nothing like the grand scale of the huge bird that had perched himself upon Niro's shoulder, she looked up at the large bird, her blue eyes still wide as she watched his movements, he was a fascinating creature.

The little female was glad that she seemed to have pleased both Niro and Jiva with her compliment, she had meant every word as well, if Niro was her Mommy's friend then he had to be a good wolf and he seemed very nice indeed. The patchwork girl could not deny that she was already very fond of Jiva and had started plotting out adventures and games for them to play, if he was willing he could join her and Linden, and the unnamed pale mare that she had adopted as one of their gang, he would fit right in, they could go around together having adventures and saving those that needed rescuing, a part that was usually played by Felicity, something which her younger sister never seemed to mind, she loved playing the princess and didn't seem to mind being rescued from imaginary baddies every now and again. Yes the little red male would fit into the group very nicely, he would always have playmates within the pack should he chose to seek them out, Robin was always happy to play games and imagine things, the girl had a very vivid imagination and loved making up stories and games, so she would always be able to think of something to do.

A blush touched the cheeks of the little female as the pair of males laughed at what she had said, she had not thought that it was a silly statement until they had done that, but once she heard them laughing she knew that it would have to be, she then thought of the cats she had seen pictures of in the books that littered her family home, thinking about their shape, they had no wings and always had four legs like wolves, she realised how silly she must have sounded and giggled along with them, nodding to show that she had noticed what a silly statement it must have been. She preferred to be part of the laughter, that way she was laughing with the males and not allowing them to laugh at her, although she was sure that they were not laughing to be cruel, she had simply amused them. She looked up at the alabaster male as he spoke, explaining that the enormous, sharp taloned creature that was sat upon his arm was a predator, this meant that she was designed to kill the other birds, Robin knew this, her father had explained the idea of predators to her before, explaining that cats and wolves ate rabbits and that was their job as predators, everyone had to eat something, wolves just fared a lot better when they ate meat, she knew that this was the natural order of things and that was just that. So this bird must have to eat meat as well, she looked big enough to eat her, the little female could not help but think about that as she watched the dark eyes of the large bird, she moved a little closer as the male said that she was allowed to pet the large bird. Moving slowly, still eyeing the bird with caution, she was not usually shy, she was an outgoing and often overly talkative creature, but at this moment she could not deny she was a little scared. The small patchwork girl was never normally scared, it was her job to chase away the monsters under the stairs for her sister when she was frightened and she had imagined many situations where she had to be brave and rescue damsels in distress, but this was a very real situation with a creature that was big enough to try and pick her up, even though she was a wriggling creature that would most likely be very difficult to hold onto. She approached with caution and moved to sniff the bird, deciding that she would not be a threat if Niro said so, after all he was a member of the pack and therefore family, he wouldn't want to hurt her. Awkwardly she lifted a paw and stroked the female eagle's feathered back with as much gentleness as she could manage in her four legged form, she knew that birds wings were delicate and she did not want to hurt the large creature.
"She is very friendly isn't she? How long have you owned her? Is she an old bird? She is so big, it must have taken a very, very long time to grow that big." The little female asked, she had wanted to be big and tall for so long and every time she had asked her mother about it she had been told that it would take a long time for her to grow to be her full size, so she could not help but assume that this large bird must have been very old to get to such a large size. She turned to look at the little red male again, smiling at him, "Do you help your Daddy with his birds a lot?" She asked, wanting him to be part of the conversation.