Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

After a month of life, Piper had found that the world had more to offer than she had initially imagined. Her eyesight had improved dramatically, and her ability to draw scent in was increasing every day. Even her stubby limbs had gathered enough strength so that she might hold her own against her brothers, and even the gentle touch of their mother. The Redleaf girl had found her grounding and was growing from it; every day meant something new.
 
When the other puppies had arrived in their family den, she had been shocked. They smelled so distinctly different. They had behaved unlike her brothers and herself. Piper had not enjoyed sharing the space at first, but she had been quick to warm up to the idea that she would have more bodies to play with. On that particular day, she watched as the brown girl had wandered out the mouth of the den and into the sunlight. Piper had been napping, but she’d rolled over to follow the other pup with careful eyes. When Nuna stopped and plopped down to her rear, the Redleaf girl rose up from where she was. It was then that she saw Lucas waddle in the other girl’s direction. Feeling as though she ought to be close to her brother, Piper scrambled in pursuit. There was a glint in her gaze that spoke of mischief and fun.