The black wolf, Niylah, looked in the direction of Joyce. And this time, her eyes looked like she had finally found someone to depend on.
She gave a puppy-eyed look to Joyce and whined softly as if she was trying to say something to her cousin.
"Niylah!" the voice echoed again, this time a little closer. It was Fenris' voice again.
Joyce finally reached where Niylah was bound to the ground. And she immediately gave a warm and loving hug to the scared little wolf. "Oh, Niylah! I didn't know it was you," she whispered to her cousin again.
Niylah rested her head on Joyce's shoulder and kept on whimpering.
Joyce ruffled Niylah's soft fur and comforted her, "Niylah, it's okay. You are going to be fine. I can hear Uncle Fenris' voice. Don't worry. He'll be here soon. And we can go home together."
Niylah softly rubbed her head against Joyce's cheek as if to agree with what Joyce had just said.
