She'd begun to wander more with age on her side. Her gangly appearance gave the assumption that she were nearly a yearling and to this she credited to the imposing figure of her mother, but she would probably be smaller than Athena and her wanderlust much less obvious. She had begun to grow fonder of the Caverns and her relationship with @Ash and @Narimé had grown since the absence of her mother once more, it had been passed through the grapevine that her mother had disappeared to find her own pack leaving the white child behind. It was not uncommon, in fact Rory had grown accustomed to it and was thankful that she had adults who still wanted her around--her father had yet to reappear--and she was sure to keep her loyalty to the Caverns because of this. They were her everything and in return she hoped to give the pack much more, she needed a job to perform and had intentions of speaking with Ash to discuss her potential duties to the pack but that would come with time, for now she needed company.


The voice of Narime filtered into her ears and she turned toward the sound, wondering what the woman had wanted from her after all this time. The visit was unexpected, and the scent that came from her body was pungent as she closed the gap between them, settling to her haunches in a stiff sit before cocking her head. "Yes" she spoke finally, her tiny voice felt strange coming through her throat. She had become more social and it was showing but she was still afraid of what was to come next and hoped that her family would understand that she needed molding and more time; she was delicate after all. "what are you looking for?"

She could feel Narime's gaze on her, like the light of a sniper's gun laid upon her forehead, and she felt the warmth of discomfort travel up the length of her stomach to her spine; she was not accustomed to the spotlight. Her own gaze averted that of the queen, fixated instead on the ground and occasionally traveling to the spot just below Narime's nose, it was an indirect gaze that assured the larger woman that Rory was attentive but feared disrespecting hierarchy too much to lock eyes with the queen. When the pale woman had assured her that she was searching for her the small child felt a pit fall to the middle of her stomach, as though she were in trouble, and fought to keep her gaze from reaching that of Narime's, she could not understand why of all wolves, the queen was in search of her; she had always been a shadow in the land.


"I am well..." she started and trailed off, wondering if her response had been what the woman he been looking for and decided to add a little more, "no complaints" that sounded more convincing and she felt compelled to settle to her haunches in a sit before she fell over from worry. The sound of Narime's complements bounced off the young Thanne woman like a shield deflecting a weapon as the weight of her large ears pressed against her narrow head, she had never been complemented on her growth from anyone aside from Ash and he was her father, he was supposed to be nice to her. "Thank you," she added though no warm smile came to her mouth, it was a topic that she was uncomfortable with and did not want to discuss any further with the pale woman. "could you teach me to hunt?" the question blurted from her mouth, it was a duty she had thought to acquire since watching so many adults around her so easily track and bring down the prey of the Lore; she merely wanted their strength and capabilities.