Stone Circle Next Step

Unlike her sister, Clary took to the world with unbridled want. She had pushed the boundaries even before her eyes had opened, and though the den was better than the womb - a memory fast fading - this place still wasn't enough. There was more, so much more, and she relished these new moments of freedom their mother beckoned them toward.

True to herself, Clary followed tight on her sister's heels. She'd learned Steph to be a slower wolf, not because Steph wasn't fast, but because she seemed more interested in watching the world first. Clary could watch for a little while, she guessed, but where was the fun in watching when you could stick your nose in something and do?

Steph seemed to understand this, and Clary offered her sister a thankful bump at the den's opening before she sped past. Her eyes could still hardly drink everything in, and her energy danced across the grass in an awkward puppy gait. So much to see and so much to explore! Clary swung her head back around to see if Steph had finished watching, or where Ezra had gone - adventure was always more fun in threes - but mommy's voice distracted her and soon she found herself skipping with her siblings to meet her. Clary itched to run ahead, and she did, only to loop back in an eager display of excitement. Mommy hardly moved fast enough, and Clary raised her voice in a giggling babble of sounds she'd heard her mother croon before.