Dawnlark Plains dawn of the first day

Arushi! called a voice, and Lavender stopped her exploration and turned her ears, then her head, to greet the oncoming figure. Not many wolves in her life called her by her other name; she knew who it was even before she landed her eyes upon Easy, and her little nubbin of a tail wiggled beneath the banner of coyote-tail that hung across it.

It didn't take long for Easy to close the gap; Lavender felt a nervous little smile creep across her face briefly, but it faded before Easy could see it (or so she hoped). She was so tall! And so athletic! Lavender couldn't help but glance from those slim legs to her own stout ones and back, pivoting her ears to catch whatever sentiments were slipping from the dark one's mouth.

Hey Ishara, the girl greeted, but then she didn't know what to say — she sort of expected her sister to continue the conversation. It had been Easy who had found her, after all. But what for?