Redhawk Caldera Sit still

She beamed at him. “A season is a time of the year when the weather follows a sort of pattern,” she explained, choosing her words as she went. The last thing she wanted to do was confuse his idea of something she was trying to teach, and because she was around the puppies least of everyone (aside from the newer members, perhaps, or Liffey, who didn’t seem over fond of the floof-ball firebirds) she wasn’t entirely sure of what terminology he was already familiar with. “All the snow, ice, and cold was winter, but we’ll all soon be warmer and wetter because spring is already arriving.”
 
There, she stretched a number of her weary, stringy muscles, and after a pause she filled with a great, gaping yawn, she twitched her ears and asked, “Understand?” She meant to move on with her tiny lesson if he did.