Verdigris Ravine This one sees

Mismatched eyes peered at the miles of sand. The small little paradise they lived in. She jumped from one place to another. Paws sinking in the sand. The arid wamrth seeking into her very bones. 

She felt alive. She felt free. She lifted her nose to the sky and howled out her joy.

Gaara watches with a quietness, his front legs stretched in front of him, his back legs splayed outwards so that his belly could press flat to the sand. 

She bounded around and when she calls out, Gaara too lifted his muzzle and yowled out in those high, ear-splitting noises.

She had not known many of the older desert dwellers near her age. Other than her siblings.  So when a new howl found her ears twitched and she turned.

A swift bound scross sand
 Between toes, up her legs. A small smile as she met his gaze with ears twitching. Giving him another Awoo awoo.

Gaara woofs again, short and deep (or as deep as it could get at this age) and he lifts a paw to stomp it on the ground. Then he gets up, slowly making way into her direction, his ears back but neck stretching out to reach and sniff her. 

He had seen her only once, when their parents had introduced them and now as they were able to roam more freely, he would know the S'ari sisters better. Already, he had been watching his father as he cared for and protected the grown women of the Tribe fiercely. Gaara would do the same.

Puppy blue and brown. Two halves in each eye as she got closer. Tiny nose twitching. She pressed forward to his side. Taking a deep lunful of his scent.

This one is Andanari.

A tilt of brown ear. A small wiggle in her side while tail windmilled. A boof a stab of paw in sand. An invitation to play or run whatever he wanted.

She is welcoming of him, curiously looking with those eyes of earth and sky. His own eyes still a solid blue, yet darkening from their once puppy-blue color. 

She presses to him as she takes in his scent and his own nose trails along her ginger-brown limbs and feet. Gaara. He informs and answers her silent questioning of play with actions of his own. He woofs and nudges her neck with his nose and then takes off through the sands.

Mask of deep sand red covered eyes of blue. he stared at her as easily and kindly as she stared at him. She was curious what this one was like.

Andanari, but call this one Andi.

A tickling sensation at her neck. A laugh as he ran. She followed suit. Turning on shaky limbs, paws and knees going askance as she tried to keep up. The even burn of the sand in her paws. The gentle breathing. What fun it was to race the sand.