Fire Water [Lisanna]

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She was lost again. This predicament did seem to happen far too often for the young dog. However, how was she truly supposed to navigate the wild without her caretaker and guard? Masyn had disappeared as of late, and though she was still considered a part of Ravenis, she was not honestly sure where she fit in. She supposed that if she had to look at the ranks she knew of, she would be considered Masyn's Patronus. But since he had been gone, she did not know where she fit in any longer. Still, they let her stay as long as she behaved and did not cause trouble, so she had taken to following Tanha around occasionally and keeping an eye out for the Marauders as well. Today, though, she had wandered off on her own and found herself in a strange place somewhere between where Ravenis had last settled and the jungles to the south. She carefully had avoided pack borders, for at least she had somehow learned to distinguish pack smells from normal unclaimed territory ones.

But even then she did not know where she was going. Was the pack back that way? Or perhaps in that direction. She frowned as she stopped and looked around, and the only thing that caught her eyes was a plume of what could only be described as steam or water in the short distance in front of her. So, instead of being smart and trying to find her way back to the rest of the pack, she followed her curiosity like any dumb little dog like her would. When she finally arrived at the grey pool of water and the cavern of steam she stopped, surprised to find that she was no longer alone. "Oh, hello there." She said softly, her head tilting and her eyes watching the male wolf curiously. Would he harm her? She had met a mix of wolves since her arrival on Anikira.

One had harmed her greatly, and he had been large and black. Another had been kind to her, helping her when she had gotten herself nearly drowned in a cave. Perhaps it was color that made a wolf's temperament. After all, the black wolf had been cruel. The lighter colored male had been kind. Her head tilted in the opposite direction as she wondered, noting that although this male was not all black, he did have dark portions of his coat as well. Uncertain as of what to think, she kept her distance for the time being, her paws moving back and forth uncertainly as she watched him for his reaction to her presence. She was ready to run, but she silently hoped that she would not have to. Curiosity, after all, was a rather powerful thing in a dog.

(Killian)

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