Sorrel

Freya found her, weak and yapping, hidden in a patch of wood sorrel. 

"Lucky pup." Freya remarked, watching her chew on a four-leaf sorrel. "You're coming with me." 

Sorrel fits right in with the other wolves. Always able to make the smile. Always bringing charm and grace to the scene. As she grows, she bonds with another young wolf found abandoned in the forest. Alder is her clumsy, trying best friend and the two get along like wildfire. 

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"Wow, I can't believe we're going to live here now!" Sorrel barks, rolling around in her new mossy bed out of the nursery and ready to get out in the world. 

"I'll miss sunny hollow, it's colder here." Alder sighs. 

He stretches out and coughs, a raspy sound from deep in his lungs. 

Sorrel's ears flick back. "I'll keep you warm."

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The day Marrow returns to the caves with a puppy as red as the dawn, Sorrel is paying attention.

She watches as the alpha's mate, Mudskip, walks up tsking disapprovingly. 

"You know we're struggling to feed everyone as it is, dear." He scolds as he's licking the whimpering red pup. 

"I know," Marrow sighs, "I just can't help it when there's a pup in need, and Mara's pups have just started their hunting training so things are going to change soon anyway--"

Sorrel makes a decision. "Does he have a name?" 

The two wolves look over at her, surprised. 

Sorrel crouches down in front of the puppy. His eyes are still closed. His tiny little muzzle touches hers and he licks her nose. 

"No name," Marrow replies. 

"I will nurse him." Sorrel doesn't look up. "I want to call him Blaze." 

Mudskip rolls his eyes, but Marrow's expression gleams with pride. 

"Blaze it is then."

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