Bearclaw Valley standing on the olympic platform, accepting our gold medals for eating

Spring had finally made an impact on the wilds. The sun was noticeably brighter and lasted much longer. The skies were showing signs of blues and bright splashed of cloud no longer appeared to hold the threat of a chilly storm. As the days passed into a warmer season, Piper had grown into a sprightly little russet potato. Her limbs could carry her and her eyes were adjusting well enough to the world that she could make out the distinct shapes of her mother and her two brothers. While she tried to make sure she was a well behaved young pup, growing up with two boys had been a difficult task. It was a blessing that she could not yet speak her mind; she already had so much to say. 

With surprisingly strong limbs, Piper Redleaf puttered about within the den. Her eyes roamed toward one of her brothers and she yipped with joy, hoping that she could coax one of them into playing with her for the next little while.