,Wishing on a Shooting Star, :MB:

Excitement fluttered in her step as she followed Damean. She liked his sense of adventure, the way he plunged forward with things. Sure, that made him probably slightly impulsive... but who cared? For most of the life she had lived, so far, it had been stuck in a den because she had been confined from going much of anywhere, like a prisoner. But now... running into the woods with Damean... She felt the freedom in which he roamed. She ran at his side, and then stopped short when Exodus saw them.

She didn't know whether to apologize or not, because the wolfess didn't seem very angry. When Damean bounded at her, she could only echo, "Akiko?" before he caught the scent and bounded toward a white fem with blue eyes... Very similiar to her own. She cocked her head, curious. Other than Evanescence, she hadn't seen another wolf like her... Well, there was Zelda, but Zelda... Echo didn't like to relate to her, that was just a bad thought. As Akiko came closer, Echo could scent the blood on her... and as she came even closer, she could see the wounds. She had survived a battle of some sort; she wondered what.

When Damean mentioned meeting the two up, she stood up straight, her ears alert. For some reason, she wanted to look good for Akiko, like she was... worthy, maybe...? Of being Damean's friend. Or something like that, she wasn't sure. But a part of her admired this other white wolf, and she wanted to make a good impression. It was hard to keep her tail down and not wiggle it.

Echo traced Damean's gaze back to the one named Navi. Odd, wasn't she the one that Damean had been playing and rolling around with before? Not bothering to think much of it, she followed Damean away from the adults, bounding in the snow. At first it was cold, but as her legs stretched and her paws spread, a smile crossed her lips, embracing the freeze. It felt good. She was younger, but for what she lacked in age she made up in speed, her lope matching Damean's. They came upon a brush that Damean sniffed around at, not knowing what he wanted to eat, looking at her as if she knew all the answers. She paused before answering, taking a sniff around the brush herself... Rabbit, shrew, squirrel, bird... None of that smelled good enough. She raised her head and looked off into one of the black forests that surrounded the meadows, her head titled in interest.

"What do you think is in there?" she asked, curiosity grabbing hold of her. Her blue eyes snapped back to his. A mischievous little smile grew upon her lips, almost characteristic of Evanescence. "Think we should take a look? We might find something better to eat than just rats."

Echo blinked her clear blue eyes at Damean, his nicer side shining through. "It's okay," she said, a small smile to her black lips. She tilted her head when he talked about being 'dumped here' - What did he mean, that he had too? She shifted her paws, slightly uneasy... She hadn't been dumped here, and she knew it... or maybe she was wrong... But to tell the truth, she didn't even know. She wondered where he lived, if he wasn't from around here. Either way, he seemed pretty happy with the pack around him. Her nose twitched when he talked of a hunt for their own food. She now felt like she was starving, and she knew that moving around would keep her from getting cold. "I can hunt," she added, her tail wagging once again. She felt a spark of pride in her chest when she remembered Evanescence telling her she would make a fine hunter, because she had been born with talent. Slowly but surely, her self-esteem was rising into place. And, it helped that Damean wasn't as mean as she had thought he was. In fact, she found that she actually kind of liked him.

Though she was now protected from the harsh wind, she was still cold. Echo shivered, pushing away the urge to whimper. Her ears perked up as Damean suddenly appeared at the mouth of the little den, and her eyes went wide, thinking for a split second that he was here to taunt or harass her or something mean. But instead, he apologized, and offered to do something else. She tilted her head in curiosity - what a strange boy. Her young curiosity taking hold of her and overcoming her insecurity, Echo stood up and crawled out of the den, back into the white world where the sun gleamed along the snowy meadow. She now saw Damean talking to one of the larger wolves and was in a very animated conversation.

Who exactly was he? He wasn't a bully, as Echo had first perceived him to be, and he was just as excitable as the other pups. But they hadn't really noticed her, even when she had been dropped off here. He even seemed to know all of the adult wolves, judging by the way he was talking with the one femora now. He seemed pretty smart - Echo didn't doubt that. Wanting to get to know him a little more, she padded her way over to him, her feet crunching into the snow and making a parallel set of footprints that went alongside his.

"Hi," she said softly, her tail giving a faint wag. She hoped he would notice.

Though her ears remained back, Echo's scowl disappeared when Damean scowled back at her and called her a snob. She looked down at her paws, buried in the snow, and starting to get cold. She shivered, the chilly winds blowing throughout the rolling meadows, tiny flecks of snow getting caught in her white-white fur. She just wasn't used to this... She was used to a warm, moist den that smelled of earth and flesh, not this... strange place. And, to top it all off, now, they didn't like her. Damean seemed to be their ring leader, so anything he said, would probably go. She glanced over her shoulder, Cinder having walked off. The older wolves were talking about a hunt, it seemed, and her mouth watered. It had been a considerable while since she had last eaten... The trek with Evanescence had taken a toll on the young wolf. She didn't know, though, if they would share... Echo's blue eyes landed on the white fae that had snarled at her and Evon when they had arrived. An unsettling chord struck through her, and something within told her it would be best not to cross her path. The result would be unpleasant.

She didn't like this place. It was unfamiliar and cold. She looked at Damean and the other pups, half-hoping that one of them would notice that she wasn't a total snob - she just didn't like new things, and couldn't help but be a bit shy. Whereas Damean was really loud, the girls seemed really nice... Unless they listened to Damean. Then they would probably be mean. She sighed, inwardly defeated. Echo picked her small body up and lifted her nose in the air, sniffing out the dens. She didn't know who would be there, but maybe they would like her. Or better yet, if she could find a den for herself, then she wouldn't have to worry about anyone else at all.

Her little nose caught a warm scent in the wind and she followed it. As she expected, it led her to the larger dens where Cinder and Link stayed, but she knew that later on, Damean and his friends would come in and probably kick her out or something like that. She instead rounded to the other side of the den, where there was a significantly smaller space, seemingly made just for her. It smelled a bit old and the ground was damp from the snow, like it hadn't been used in some time, but it was clear that some pup, at one point or another, had used it. She dug out some of the snow with her little paws and then laid down, curling herself in a tight, white ball, keeping herself warm. Her stomach growled. She didn't know how long it would be, but she would wait until mealtime to come out again.