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@Malila

Balls ..there was a rumble in his stomach as he tried to hunt a hare. And he failed, again. Two days in a row now. Hunger was settling in and despite the fact that there was plenty of food during the spring/summer season, every piece of meat still had the ability to run away. Or, in case of rabbits and hares (his favorite!) jump like a fresh-born filly who saw sunshine for the first time.

And when he became hungry, he became grumpy.

Still frustrated with his past unlucky hunting endeavors, Dragonfly kicked a stone with his paw. It bounced from one stone to another, quite unexpectedly. Ears stood erect, head was lifted. What just happened? Deciding to give it another shot, Dragonfly suddenly felt like a soccer talent among wolves and began to kick a stone that was smooth and almost perfectly round. It rolled, somersaulted and rolled some more until it bounced back against a bigger stone. Hey -- he figured with a playful smile -- this was fun. And for a second there -- he forgot his hunger since, somehow, he had a knack for a wolfish version of soccer.
It had been two days now. Two days marking Malila as officially one year old. She was an adolescent. No longer a dependent youngster. But she still held on to many of the facets of her youth. Youth that she felt, had been taken from her too soon and was now trying to reclaim. She would always be sprite like, delicate and soft spoken. Mild mannered and as sweet as the honey made by bees. But there would always be a lingering quiet about her. She wondered...what would her lost brother Mohe, look like now? It made her heart ache.

However, there was a bright side. Rivenwood had recently welcomed new young bundles of joy into the world. Their arrival lit up a flame of curiosity within her. She found herself so desperately yearning to see them. To touch, smell and teach. Their mothers though, were still protective. The pups were too young yet to be introduced to the pack. Obeying her unspoken instinct, Malila wisely gave the dens a wide birth. 

She ventured out, away from home for a while. On a journey to collect herbs, flowers and roots for her and Speedy's stores. Those that she didn't use, she thought she would form into individual little bundles. Give them as warming gifts to the new mothers and the newborns as a sign of goodwill. She didn't notice the other wolf. But she did notice the perfectly round rock coming flying, landing at her paws. She jumped back, exclaiming out in mild surprise.
Oh, this was thrilling, exciting and fun. For a moment or two, or three the alabaster-white male forgot all about the world, his anxieties and worries. Instead adrenaline shot through his body like a wolf on steroids as he ran like lightning after the round, small rock that looked more like a pebble than anything else. At the same time his paws kicked back and forth a couple of stones. The amount of stone kickery depended entirely upon the stone itself; some weighed more heavy than others and thus, they didn't flung as far.

"Goaaaalllll..." he said out loud in a cheer-like fashion and he was about to do his silly victory dance that he entirely made-up on the spot when he noticed he was in the presence of another wolf. Oh, dear. How much had she seen of his agility game that appeared mostly like European soccer? And even worse: what would she think of him, seeing all these silly antics so freely on display? His anxiety kicked in for a second before he took a moment, sighed deeply and tried to recollect himself.

"Hey you.." Dragonfly said gently and playfully. "Want to join in with the game .." What was it called? Thinking for a second, he added proudly. "..stone kickery? I promise it's mucho bueno better than some good ol but kickery." Ha, but kickery?!? As if that was even a thing. Curiously he glanced into her direction, waiting impatiently on her answer as he was ready to go another round.