Her new acquaintance kept right on working, but Karina was still just standing there trying to process the information that was coming at her. She knew that there were other packs in the big wide world, but she was shocked that they were so close. She would never have imagined that a little walk in the woods could bring her face-to-face with THE prince of Black Thorn Downs. Her world had been expanding drastically ever since she set paw outside her birth den, but this was the first time she felt it shrink a little bit. It was a nice feeling. Maybe she and Aleksei could take a couple days, make a little circuit around her Cut Rock River homeland, and meet all the wolves in the whole world! Then no one would ever be a stranger, which was the worst thing in the world in Karina’s mind. She hated strangers. You never knew what they looked like until they were right up close, but you couldn’t let them right up close because who even knew if they were a good wolf or a bad wolf?
The girl was still watching the Downs prince when the stranger emerged. Ugh! It was like she had thought about it, and then it happened! The pup growled and leapt away from the newcomer, turning to face the female with a puppyish rumble in her throat. The hair stood up on the back of her neck as she lowered herself to the ground in a fear reaction. The woman didn’t come any closer, instead introducing herself in a soothing voice. Karina wasn’t sure what to do. Before she met Kova she couldn’t remember ever having to introduce herself on her own. Usually Orren was there to divert attention from her, and Aleksei was there to investigate the stranger and introduce Karina for her. Thankfully Kova began stammering out an apology of some sort, and Karina was allowed time to think about the new development.
Kova didn’t seem particularly upset by Firefly’s appearance—in fact he seemed to know her quite well. That put Karina at ease, but only a little. Still on her belly, she inched forward trying to get a good look at the stranger’s face. Karina was still of the age that she thought you could tell if a wolf was good or bad by looking at them. By the time attention was directed back to her, she had decided she liked Firefly. She had a sweet voice and a calm face, and she was so small… like the River’s scout Naia. Naia always brought her trinkets from her travels and told the pups stories. If Firefly was like Naia, then Karina would like her a lot.
”Karina,” she finally squeaked out. The pup rose from her position on the ground, moving slowly toward Firefly with a curious expression. Kova talked about their homeland—a field of blackberries with no blackberries. When she was younger a tree had nearly fallen on her and she spent a few weeks cowering in the den, deathly afraid of the Attack Trees before she grew old enough to realize the difference between animals which moved on their own and plants which didn’t. Since then Karina had rather liked trees for the protection they provided.. she couldn’t imagine having to live out in the open like these Downs wolves. Maybe that’s why Kova didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. ”Noble,” Karina said, latching onto the name like Kova had tossed her a life preserver. ”I want to meet Noble,” she said, first to Kova and then turning to look at Firefly. ”And I want to see the field. Even if there’s no blackberries.” Her jaw set in that way it always did when she was about to get really stubborn.