Sheepeater Cliff eleven

@Blue Willow only if you have time

They say youth runs out. Well they're wrong. After meeting the Sun Spark, the lovely dark colored male with silver hairs covering his muzzle, who not only ended up being his foster grandpa but the carrier of life himself, the young girl was convinced that age didn't only bring stiff joints, but knowledge and peace

Now sitting at the skirts of the Sheepeater Cliffs, Amelie peered over the edge, remembering the warmth in the old man's eyes. She was almost falling in a trance, lulled by the songs of the mountain goats that grazed all around her. Ever since her encounter with Sun Spark she had been more thoughtful about her future. She had just turned eleven months, soon she'd no longer be a juvenile but a yearling that would hold a rank in the pack like every other member.

Amelie's childhood was dying, and while she was completely terrified at the idea she'd no longer be a kid she was excited she'd be able to do more than just sit around watching the pups and hanging at the back of the crowd when it came to pack discussions and/or hunts. She wanted to be like her grandfather, she longed to be able to balance her life with fun and knowledge.

But for that she'd need advice -- and Blue was her go-to person in this situations. It had been a few weeks since her mother had told her she'd
let her tag along in one of her herb-collecting expeditions, and now that Peregrine was somewhat better she figured they could get started..
That's why she threw her head back and howled for Blue to come.