Moonspear Day to day grind

Even spoken softly, the beta's words were enough to startle Alya - guiltily - off of her sister. But, seeing as neither of the two were Hydra (and therefore unable to get her in trouble), the young girl loosened up almsot at once.

"Fokki! Dashie!" she said happily, stalking toward them in an admirable mimmicry of her mother, except for the wide, happy grin on her face. "Come pway! Stomp Juju!"

But she did not go back to wrestling the pale pup - she was too interested in the larger pair before her. Dashie was a favorite, of course. Even if he didn't have milk. (She was still a little foggy on how boys and girls worked, but she had discovered that Dash had a mysterious and fun-looking thing hanging from his hindquarters. Alya had never been able to get too near it, but she imagined it would be chewy, and fun to bat around. She had not yet discovered that this was something attributed only to male wolves, as she had not yet noticed either Floki or her father's testicles.)

"Hyda and Lewa and Awa in wabber," she explained, tiny tail flipping around excitedly. "See Awa?"