Stone Circle New Faces to meet

She was not sure what the ruckus was about, but really, Leta did not need to know to join in. Her mothers howl was answered faraway, indoors. It was not booming or loud, but from within one could hear: awoo! awooooo! awwwOOooOooo! 

The mouth of the den was always something Leta had aspired to leave, much to her mothers annoyance. It was bright, and it was forbidden... and her curiosity had no answers to what might lay beyond it. Leta was a moth to the flame, particularly when the moon and stars poured their light into the denmouth. Now that the time had come for them to go out, however, she found herself uncertain and tentative. 

Her adventureous nature had yet to grip her. 

So while her brothers eagerly made their way outside, Leta bounded toward the doorstep only to get stagefright and freeze as she stared at the several faces she did not entirely recognize. It wasn't fear that she looked at them with, but rather surprise. Her vision was clearing by the day, and her blue eyes sought familiarity. While her brothers romped around, Leta made a break for it—she sprinted clumsily toward her mother. 

She arrived in due time behind a limb, and peered beyond it for her next conquest. It seemed two of her brothers were dealing with a mountain of a man, and one was dealing with another—and a new wolf came upon the scene. The latest wolf kept her attention, and Leta sucked in a deep breath before full sprinting toward Ira, now, to investigate her, wagging tail throwing off her balance and making her appear milkdrunk.