Cavan

The wolf sauntered along a trail that led around the bottom of the cliff. He carried the human child on his back, and wasn't certain what to do with her now. She seemed hungry and cold, but was far too cumbersome to take along on a hunting trip. Cavan sat down harshly, trying to get the human to fall from his back before he turned around to face her, "Alright, we'll get you some food, sound good? And some skins too." Now the scar-faced wolf waited for his friend to join him.

Rousseau

The child tumbled off Cavan's back, but this time, she caught herself. Standing up, she looked to the wolf as he tried to communicate with her. Her wide eyes stared into his his and her body language spoke of utter trust. Her hair and eyes were beginning to darken now, and would eventually become dark brown.

Rousseau flurished a smile after a moment, before a terrible look of hunger crossed her face, 'Food! I'm hungry... I want food." The child sat down crossing her legs and arms in an attempt to ward off the cold.

Niavo

Niavo trailed after the pair, keeping his eyes on the two-legger. "Where can we find her some skins? She'll need more for the winter." The hybrid pointed out, sniffing at the tattered clothing.

Niavo

"We could try the dump, I guess. I've heard you can find all sorts of human things there." Niavo suggested with a shrug, having been to the Dump a few times when he needed food. "I don't think we should take Rousseau with us though; she could attrack unwanted attention. One of us could go, and the other can keep her hidden and safe somewhere."

Cavan

Cavan stood up, "How about you check out the dump. I'll take Rousseau to the..." Cavan trailed a bit before his eyes lit up, "Orca Bay. I hear the whales are pretty smart; maybe they'll know some things." Cavan crouched beside the young girl nudging her, 'Come one, climb up." He rumbled impatiently, although he was beginning to take a liking to the little creature.

Rousseau

She clambered onto Cavan's back, clutching tightly at his fur and pressing her face down to keep it warm. She murmured some incoherent words, babbling on to herself. Lately, she began to loose the habit of speaking outloud. Now her words were refined to simple whispers, many of which were no longer decipherable.

Cavan

Cavan pricked his ears up at the words, always curious how humans actually communicated with themselves. Shaking his head a bit, the wolf headed for the Ruins.

Niavo

Niavo quickly too his leave as well. Once Cavan was on his way with Rousseau to the Ruins, the black hybrid made his way to the Dump.