Blacktail Deer Plateau serafina

Eilidh followed her Pappa toward the borders, memorizing every word he spoke. Prey, sights to behold, enemies. She wasn't sure what that meant, but didn't want to seem too ignorant. But she knew her Pappa would not fault her for it, so she asked, "What's an 'enemies'?" Then he explained about bears, mountain cats, and other wolves, ones that wanted to hurt her. She shivered. "Why would they want to hurt me?" Eilidh was trying her hardest to speak like an adult, to drop her wannas and gonnas for more proper want tos and going tos.

They paused right before the border, the scent line that told her to stay inside, near her Mamma and Pappa and the other wolves she trusted, like Dante. He asked what she smelled, and immediately she wanted to shout "You!" but she didn't think that would please him. Sure she smelled him, not only right there next to her, but along the border. There would be a better way to describe that. Eilidh paused and let her nose work, smelling, sniffing, snorting, sifting through the myriads scents that bombarded her. "I smell...trees and grass. Wolves. Especially you, Pappa, and Dante, along the border." She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering what else she was supposed to smell.