The world beyond the berry bush didn't scare Firethorn, neither did he seem terribly excited by it. It was as if he accepted it, and did the most with it that he could at his tiny size and utter absence of experience. he had to run a little to keep up with Vasili's longer steps, but never dared step even a claw's length ahead of the pharaoh. That was his limit, and he seemed to be making a point of always holding his pawtoes right where he drew the line. Sometimes he could dare make a step ahead, already wondering what was his place in this new pack he was joining.

Firethorn entered the nest after Vasili, standing as tall as he can next to the wolf who found and brought him. His yellow eyes scanned the den, and finally settled on a white wolf deep within. He wasn't surprised at her appearance or size. Just curious about what she was going to do. He could feel it was another authority figure whose rule he was going to have to follow until he could bend them, and bend them until they broke and he was free. But...it was going to take a while until then.