Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

the little girl enjoyed mom's kisses greatly, sighing gently in appeasement, though her small ears figeted at the voices she could hear. her mother was talking, she had began to recognize her mother's own voice. dalia made sure to focus a bit more, she couldn't understand the words but when her mother was doing something, she ought to pay attention. her little blue eyes looked up to her mother's face as she had grown closer to the front legs to look at the darker form in front of her. who was this creature, what was it?

dalia, being the small-minded thing she was, had no clue. yet, with the encouragement of her mother's presence and voice, the little girl pushed on just a bit, perhaps a step or two in front of her mother to greet the newcomer. she said nothing at first, though let out a small "weof" noise as if she was trying to say hello in puppy language. a sense of strength and comfort wrapped around her and soon enough the little "daredevil" plopped down and stared up at the grand wolf before her, her heda, whom she had yet to recognise as so.