Imagine: Being a pack mate of Malia’s before she was human and she comes back for you.
I recognized the one with the blue fire eyes, even in her human form. Her I could trust.
I’m not sure about the others though.
Ugh, and this God-awful human form. You can’t run nearly as fast, or jump as high, and you have to actually cook your food; being human sucks.
But now Malia is, so I will be too. Because she came back for me, and we stick together. That’s how it’s always been.