Phoenix Maplewood you are the bubbles to my bath

The twirly things were by far her favorite. The way they spun, spiraling like little helicopters, was absolutely fascinating. She lowered on her forepaws, rump in the air and wiggling like a cat as she prepared to jump for the next one. There! She sprung, prancing through the glade to pounce on it with her paws as soon as it landed. Got it! She squeed in delight as she picked the fragile seeds up in her tiny teeth. She pierced it, accidentally crushing the maple seeds. Her ears fell before she noticed another falling. Distracted, she forgot the broken one beneath her paws and went for the other.

In her prancing, she realized she was not alone. She nearly ran into Reek before she realized he was here. Her eyes widened as she stepped back a few paces and remembered her sister's voice pressing through her mind. Bow. Sart lowered herself, puppy bottom in the air with her tail tucked as she abandoned her game to bow before Reek. She said nothing. There was a strange sort of tension between the coyote pups and the wolves here. She felt it and didn't know what to do about it. So bowing it was.