Thorn
Thorn smiled lightly at Orion's sudden jest at Simmer. She saw the young adolescent glance at her father, Asher, and the Fighter looked too. She wagged her tail slightly as she saw a blur in her peripheral. "Since you missed the patrol this morning why don't you go at midday? I would love to go along." Thorn lowered her ears at that, the new look in her face that of which a mother would wear. It said, No. Yet again the young wolf seemed so happy at the idea. "You can't go unless you can take me down," Thorn replied as she swiftly jumped to her paws and into a play-bow. The way she moved suggested her to be happy and having fun, but her solemn gray eyes spoke another story. "Come on, pup, you can team up with Simmer if you truly think yourself to lose this fight." Wagging her tail as she waited for Orion's and Simmer's reply to her challenge.
All too soon, Thorn froze, her ears pricking forward as she heard the foreign howl cut through camp. She jumped around, and with only a warning look at Asher, she bolted into the forest, running toward the howl. She was no sentry or scout, but living alone and with no one to fight with her, had learned to run for her life. Thorn leaped over a fallen tree, and stopped to listen, her breathing rapid and quick, as she heard a wolf approaching. Her hackles went up, as she saw a strange she-wolf approach. From the way it moved, Thorn could tell it was exhausted, but it would get no sympathy from her. She growled warningly, and flicked her ears backwards listening for Ghost and Asher.