It had been some time since the incident, the emergence of Scarlett's newest power and the subsequent trouble she'd gotten into. What remained were several scars, easily hidden beneath clothes or fur and thus easily forgotten. Since then, the young wolf had done her best to keep her head low and out of trouble as months passed by...as much trouble as she could. This new power was proving to be rather difficult for Scarlett to grasp, for the first couple of weeks she had accidentally absorbed all the power from the house while trying to turn the lights on and caused several blackouts; Frost was always less than pleased, though he was even more displeased when she accidentally shocked him. Thankfully she had learned, after much trial and error in killing her phone, how to atleast control it enough so that she didn't suck out the electricity from any electrical device she touched. Still, she was struggling to control the power, it was vastly different from her storm manipulation, and she'd never been able to fully utilize its strength like she did on the first day.

The young wolf had spent too much time cooped up in the house these past few days, usually entertaining the twins who were two bundles of fun and energy; Scarlett was quite fond of her babysitting duties and absolutely never said no when Nadya asked her to watch the twins, whom she considered to be like her niece and nephew. While she had spent time outside in the house's backyard, usually being trampled or napping, today she wanted to run. The wolf within the girl, while usually a more laid back spirit, was eager to stretch its legs, to feel the wind rush through its thick fur and soil between its toes. Scarlett had spent some time deliberating on just what to do, while she couldn't deny her own desire to get out, the events from the forest the last time she had gone far kept replaying in her mind. It wasn't like her at all to hesitate, Scarlett prone to running headfirst into anything, and yet a nagging anxiety had taken root inside her. The last thing she wanted was to get hurt again, to cause trouble for Nadya and Frost like she had last time. It weighed heavy on her mind, and had been the reason the wolf had stayed much closer to home for a long time now. She didn't want to hurt her family again.

The blonde woman lounged in the living room of the pack house, restlessly moving occasionally as she tried to find a comfy spot. The house was...uncharacteristically quiet today. Between the twins and all the girls that lived in the house, there was very little quiet throughout the day and usually nights as well; Scarlett wasn't sure Frost particularly enjoyed this aspect of his pack, and yet it was too little too late, they were family now. Green eyes glanced towards the back door periodically, perhaps she could convince someone to come play with her in the backyard in the very least. The twins seemed like they were napping, so that wasn't an option, and she wasn't really close with Malia, Scarlett tending to respect her space. There was a new Were in their pack she hadn't met yet...but he didn't live here. Frost always had alpha duties to attend to, or whatever he did. Nadya tended to be busy as well...but she was home and Scarlett adored hanging out with her, so perhaps she could at least ask.

Quickly, the young were scurried off of the couch and into her room. She disrobed and shifted, leaving a smaller sized wolf in her place. Large paws were quick to trot back out from her room towards Nadya and Frost's shared room, her nails clicking upon the floor's surface the signal of her arrival. She stopped at the door, turning to allow her tail to hit the wood in the canine equivalent of knocking on the door. "Nadya," she called out, turning to face the door where she sat in a very polite and patient way. "Would you, maybe, want to go on a run with me?" she asked, waiting for her friend to appear in the doorway. Scarlett made sure to give her best puppy dog eyes ready, her head slightly tilted down and her ears pulled back for maximum cute and convincing powers.