Verdigris Ravine ochre

There was little words shared between his mother and father. Mother's words were often low and soft. Father's were the opposite, harsh-sounding grunts there after many movements with his paws, tail and muzzle. Due to this, Gaara was adapting the same manner. Quiet and yet his gaze hard with thought and seriousness, determination to learn, even in his youth. It wasn't until he met the others, did he hear so many words. Ko'a and S'ari's words were well more then enough to make up for Candle and Zoug's lacking! 

Now, Gaara's feet stomp the ground with am impatience and it was no wonder he was the first of the pups to be addressed, with how quickly he was to step up to the plate when father was ready for them. 

Gaara, he was then so named and wore it pridefully like the red clay on his brow and with bellowing little woofs.