Blackfeather Woods Curiosity killed the cat

I might let Kendra got for Naturalist :3

Now Kendra was getting closer to be three months old she was getting more curious of the lands around her. She was a rather peculiar pup. She wasn't that playful or spoke childishly. The way she spoke almost sounded like an adult just because she was mimicking her father. Her pale eyes popped even more out of her sockets now they were paling more each day to the color of her father's eyes. Her curious nature often made her explore the grounds, and nature around these woods. She only knew them thinking it was normal. The swamp still interested her even though the mud had made her cold. There were so many things she wanted to focus on or study. But then she was quickly distracted by other interesting things. 

Kendra had been quite a bit away from the glen, somewhere strolling between the dark trees in the northern part of the territory. She was digging in the cold soil that was hidden under the snow. The dark ground matched her coat. Kendra liked the dark, she wanted to explore more of those tunnels but she hadn't found an entrance yet, which was maybe a good thing, because if she was alone she might get lost down there. As she sat down on the dark patch she wondered if there was anyone around that could answer her questions. What was this dark stuff named for example, and how far did the soil go? She was mainly looking for some company too, really.