10-14-2018, 10:43 PM
Home was the nest near the entrance to the island, where she mostly played with the bones of prey the pack had killed in the past which happened to be still be nearby. Oh! She also chased plenty of bugs, which was why she had strayed outside her packs sleeping area. However, while she was pursuing her latest butterfly, the two month old spotted something that she deemed shouldn't have been there, it didn't smell like them and it didn't look like anyone who had been deemed alright. "OWEN! DELTA! OWEN! DELTA" her hoarse and rough call could instantly be heard as she scrambled around a few feet away, calling for her pack because this wasn't someone she knew. Masie was young, but thanks to the way Delta was attached to Owen she had a concept of stranger danger. This creature wasn't like them or their group, and she was tiny still, not big like her sisters.