Black Morass Hakuna Matata

Carlotta had definitely inherited a competitive streak from the Ferretti bloodline, and as Giana stopped and then took off again before her daughter could reach her, Carlotta growled. It was all in fun of course, but the young wolf could help herself. No matter how hard she ran, there was no getting close. She may have been fast, but was obviously no match for her mother. 
Noticing her mother was busy having fun and trying to stay ahead, the girl quickly changed her course, slim figure darting behind a fair sized boulder. If she curled herself tight enough, she could fit her whole form behind the grey stone. 

She may not be able to get close to Giana, but a game of hide-and-seek was always fun too. The femme fondly remembered one day, when playing back home with her siblings and Remmy, Carlotta had hid herself away so well nobody could find the whelp. She had fallen asleep under a bush of skunk weed, leading to a pack wide search which ended in Lotti stumbling from her hiding spot completely clueless of the panic she had caused. Giggling softly,  Carlotta waited for her mother to notice her absence.