After talking with Fia, Pixie had decided to go hunting near the lake. She spent most of the afternoon chasing after prey and failing to catch anything, save for a single squirrel that she decided to just eat herself for her evening meal. Shifting from her halfling form to her smaller, more comfortable four-legged body, she padded over to the shore of Lenape Lake to eat her meal and relax her tired muscles. She had come here a few times before for evening hunts, and she was willing to be out in the cold to see the first stars in the sky reflect off the surface of the lake. It was a beautiful sight, so much that, as she took her time to find a spot to lie down, she at first didn’t notice the fragile figure sitting on the shore.
When she did finally see the young silver wolf, it took her a moment to figure out that it was the leader’s daughter, the one who had fallen off the roof and spent weeks unconscious in one of the upper rooms of Haven Manor. That was partially due to the dim light of dusk, which her eyes were still adjusting to. But Pixie was also surprised by how skinny and frail she looked. There was plenty of food to go around, and since the girl was one of Savina’s kids, it was even more unlikely for her to look this underfed. Pixie wondered if she was still recovering from her fall, or if she, like the rest of the pack, was suffering from Denali’s sudden death. In any case, from the way she curled up into a little ball and hugged her knees, the girl looked like she needed a hug.
Since Pixie wasn’t even sure of the girl’s name, and giving her a hug would mean the blue-furred woman would have to go from four legs to two legs (which, at this point, she was way too tired and lazy to do), a hug would have to wait. But sharing a squirrel and talking for a while could work. Slowly padding over to the girl, Pixie sat down and greeted her with a simple, “Hey,” which was slightly muffled by the squirrel in her jaws. After setting her prey down, taking a small bite out of it, and awkwardly nudging it towards Artemis, she said, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Pixie Frost.”
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