Swiftcurrent Creek snips and snails

Still to young to produce tears, the fire girl whimpered while fixing her eyes on her paws. Tiny sets of claws stretched out of her toes, claws that would one day tear through enemies instead of just looking cute. Though right now, looking cute was the only thing she was good at --walking would require more practice. Arduous practice.

Another painful lament fled from her sore throat, just as Bazi's voice echoed inside the den. Maera answered with a weak yip, after the fall her energy had been drained. She twitched her tail briefly before noticing a blur of white at the mouth of the Sveijarn's little home.

Her chin rose as she locked eyes with Bazi, the very first wolf outside her family she came across with. Maera stared at her in silent awe for a minute, her little eyes almost popping out of their orbs.

"Ere" she barked trying to mimic the Beta's last syllables. She was falling into a trance just by looking at her icy blue eyes, surely it wasn't the first time someone was left mute by her beauty.