Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming through the thunder

Juniper, who looked more like a long-legged silver fawn than a wolf, explored the den’s rendezvous point. A fresh blanket of snow has fallen overnight and gave new cause to explore. She tracked a vole beneath the snow… but her mind was distracted, thinking of Swiftcurrent’s leader’s words.

Call to arms… what did that mean?

Normally I'd send Arric. But I am working on Etiennes pupsitting specialty

Etienne had cleaned his face. Had worked his paws through what he could reach. Licked his fur down. And he headed towards the center of the pack lands. In his jaws he held the femur bone of some large creature he had found. Thought it would be nice for someone to chew upon.

He was thrown from his thoughts by one of the pups of the beta pair. A brief sadness reached to ensnare him as he thought of his poor sister missing one of hers. This one was Juniper he was certain.

Dropping the bone. Bonjou Juniper I mean 'ello Juniper.

A mound of snow moved! Juniper’s muscles coiled and then she leapt into the air. Thump! Her face sunk deep into the snowpack. She reeled back, spraying powder to and fro.

“Ughh!” she growled, frustrated, until she realized Etienne was here.

“Oh, hi!” Juniper said, switching emotions as if somebody flipped a switch.

“Does bonjou mean hello?” Juniper asked as her eyeballs tracked Etienne's delicious looking bone.

He had to hide a laugh as she leapt and had landed in the snow. It was absolutely adorable and as such helped his melancholy better than any herb would ever.

She was quick to greet him. But he saw the way her eyes alighted upon the femur. He lay a paw on it to keep it steady.

A small nod. Yes it does. I be speakin' different languages.

Juniper giggled. “Bonjou!” she parroted, testing the word. “Bonjou! Bonjou! Bonjou!”

She tip-toed closer to Etienne… and the bone beneath his paw.

“What’s a language?” she asked.

Etienne chuckled at her parroting. The way she formed the words and giggled after. He loved sharing his language with others. Though her question caught him off guard. He was unsure how to answer.

He lifted a paw and pressed the bone forward.

It is dey way we talk. Sometimes if you be from different places you speak a bit different. Like my granme and family were not from 'ere originally. So w'en dey came. Dey broug't deir own words.