~Mika in the river with wolves~<br/><br/>Mika watched as the wolf pranced about like a pup, playful as ever. It was odd for an adult wolf to be so playful, but as it called the others, Mika was in no position to argue. She rolled her eyes a bit, allowing them to approach and sniff at her. Not wanting to offend, she too acted playful, splashing about in the waters. She hadn't seen wild wolves in quite a while, the humans had been killing them off. But something still ate at her. If these were the wolves, then who were the others? They had a different scent, but still smelt of wolf. She looked over in the direction that the camp would be, waiting for acceptance, and invitation. She would follow if they were to lead her.