Dragoncrest Cliffs ask yourself

Closing in quickly on her seventh week, Opalia had grown considerably and quite comfortably in such a short time. Bigger, steadier, and generally more to her in mind and body alike, it was with each week that she progressed further towards some semblance of who she may become. While her worldview still remained blissfully small, comprised of the den, its immediate reach, her litter-mates, parents, older sister, and the handful of other adult wolves she glimpsed at on occasion.. she swiftly found herself captivated by the sheer possibilities--the open spaces, the vast skies ahead, and all beyond--whenever she could catch a peek at them.

 
As per the routine she knew best, their father had returned to the den with food, appropriately distributed it among any willing hungry mouths, and she had been hassled long enough for a quick bath.. Once she was done and freed, all clean, fed, and awake, Opalia was feeling keen to escape the immediate radar of her parents' attentions .. for only a moment or two, if she could. As she loitered just around the den doorstep's reach, she held to hope that maybe her siblings would be keeping them busy somehow, or that at least, she could proceed uninterrupted. In reality, her dad already had eyes on her.. but so as she she stayed close, he wasn't worrying.

In her head it all seemed like a grander scheme than it truly was. Her little voyage went practically nowhere in the end. All within reach, she had trotted but a few lengths away and immediately found herself a warm patch of sunny grass there to go sprawl on. She didn't need to test the boundaries majorly to keep herself busy today, it seemed, but doing something all on her own certainly pleased her. 

Stretching out as far as she could, she rolled around, growled a bit (happy growls though), and nipped at some blades of grass. More than anything, she simply soaked up the sunshine--just happy to be out here in it.