The Sunspire she will rise above

She was set on some course of action, and while it wasn't clear what was foreshadowed for the youngster, nothing slowed her down. Without a beat she came up to - and climbed over - a small ridge that rose up in her path, and then found herself facing off with some low scrubby grass and bushes that looked utterly imposing next to her tiny self.

Her father was behind her. Ibis felt liberated as she got further from the den, and looked back as if to proudly examine her progress with a tiny nod of her chin; yes, she could do this! She was just as mobile as everyone else! This was good! Her little tail wagged, and after a glance at her father she mimicked his curling tail by arching her's over her back.

She was about to resume her travels when he spoke, and at the mention of her friend she was briefly distracted: Ween! She corrected with glee, and her tail gave a wiggle. Ween do stoh-wee! An' Ibby sing fo' Ween! She had about-faced and was chattering happily with her father, but after a moment realized she had gotten distracted and turned around again, huffing and puffing, and marching again. Buh no! Ibby go nah, go fine -- Dah, Ibby show Dah! Whatever she wanted to show her father must've been very important.

Of course, all of this was occuring within a ten foot radius of the alpha's den; no matter how far she thought she was getting, it really wasn't that impressive.