i've been running through the jungle, i've been running with the wolves to get to you
She has no regrets about leaving her mother, as she knows that Anabel will secretly be relieved to see the girl go. Who needs parents, anyways? She’s old enough to wean herself off of her mother’s milk—grass and other shrubbery tastes so much better anyways!—and she wants to have an adventure, not just live in her mother’s shadow, never really existing other than when it’s convenient for her dam to tell someone she has a child. Now, she belongs to no one except for Beqanna herself, whatever that means. For now, she’s just gonna keep having fun.
Brink really isn’t paying attention to where she’s going at the moment, and so when a random child’s voice screams “HEY!” in her direction, she falls flat on her face. Whimpering with pain, she sits up, swiping a paw across her bruised ego and looking around to see who had yelled at her. Her eyes land on a green and white colt that is watching her warily. She brings herself to all fours and releases the magic holding her to her current shape, forcing herself back into her normal—and less furry—body. Clearly, she had startled him.
“I’m sorry!” she exclaims, flicking a short, shimmery blonde tail over her haunches. “I didn’t mean to frighten you!” She cocks her head and grins goofily at him, hoping he’ll forgive her for giving him such a fright. “My mum and uncle are both shifters so I like to play in my other form!”
She trots closer to him, hoping he doesn’t shy away or, worse, turn and run for the hills. “My name’s Brink!” she tells him, smiling broadly. “Do you want to play tag or something? I’m not ever leaving this place, there’s so much room to run around and play!”
@Corban