Blacktail Deer Plateau Girl Talk

Eilidh had been busy lately, at least as busy as a puppy could be. She explored with her brothers, played tag and chase, tried her paw at hunting a few things (not successfully, either). She had tried to move into the adult ranks by acting adult-like, but it backfired. As soon as she got a cold, she was a blubbering mess and wanted to be cuddled by her parents. She wondered if adults ever felt that way when they were sick.

When her mother called for her, Eilidh was digging a hole. With clumps of dirt still clinging to her creamy fur, the young chronicler apprentice answered her mother's call on swift paws. As she approached, she saw her Mamma and began talking. "Mamma, guess what! I was digging-" Her words stopped mid-sentence as she saw the other nearby. She smiled softly, her emerald eyes cold as gems, and took her spot next to her mother. "Who are you? I'm Eilidh."