Angel

Angel was outside of the basment whether or not she was allowed to. She was only five years old, and her tanned skin already looked like she was outside all the time. However though this was the first time she snuck out of the basement. She wondered where Mahala her mother was, or Jasper her father. It seemed like they we're both busy at the moment. Her hazel orbs looked around her while her wavy black hair fell past her shoulders.

Mahala

Mahala followed her daughter out of the Temple, Night Eyes following closely. "Be careful out here, Angel." The young woman said lovingly. It was safer inside the Temple, though Mahala knew everybody needed to get out sometime. So she kept watch.

She picked up two leaves off the ground and dropped them into the moat. "Look! It's a leaf race." She pointed at the leaves that were floating down the water.

Angel

Angel glanced at her mother smiling. She watched the leaves as they floated away. Than her attention was diverted to a group of yearling wolves who we're playing togather. Interested she walked to where they were sitting around each other.

It was Gold, Silvertip, Nighteyes, Pepper, and Vicoria children of Kenya and Kia. Father as Windsong, but they never met him. Silvertip was the first to spot Angel. Smiling she raced over to the young human to lick her hand. Tail wagging she wondered if this could be a new friend. Spotting Mahala and Night Eyes she looked at them curosily before her gaze went back to her siblings and Angel.