Matt had gotten her way lost again, but not really, because the little orphan girl didn't have a destination in particular. The little girl was ten or maybe twelve, her hair long silvery-white; eyes a deep blood-red crimson. She had stopped in her tracks abruptly as she saw a dark silhouette, then realised what she was looking at. Something big, fluffy... "Ah! A puppy!" She squeaked merrily, then quickl came to investigate closer, circuling the gigantic wolf. "Awww, he's so adorable," Matt kept saying to herself, then hopped up marrily ontop of the wolf's side, as if she were a flea, giving off a white glow from a distance. "Mmm, big puppy..." She thought, then smiled to herself as she scratched at the wolf's skin, having fun, even if the wolf felt it or not.