The boy was an impressive 2 months by now and ready to play with anyone and anything. He ran around the den, feeling free as a bird. Today, however, the small child wandered outside his usual circle and explored just a little bit further. 

The dark-furred child became distracted, however, as a large butterfly floated past. His little jaw parted with wonder, and he waddled after the yellow creature with interest.

She was walking the pack grounds again, hoping to alleviate the discomfort growing in her. Her joints ached some, but, Rowan couldn't confine herself to her den anymore. She was exhausted by being exhausted. Her silver eyes caught the little child playing - frolicking - and she wondered if she would ever see her own playing with them. She hoped so. 

It brought the first smile to her face in many days and she approached with a chuf. "Hello,  She hummed out, hoping not to distract him from his butterfly too much. 

But how do you keep a child from distraction? 

His attention turns immediately from the butterfly and to a large white woman. His tail waves crazily behind him, his flip-floppy ears perking sweetly before dropping back down. "UHM," he yaps loudly, feet shuffling on the grassy earth. "You are Deer," he offers with a nod of head. "Big," he adds, to further show what he was saying. It surely sounded like he was calling her a fat venison, if anything, but in actuality the boy was simply telling her that she looked like a fully sized Deirdre! So white and pretty.