Arrow Lake fighting her own battles

the girl stumbles across the mother and daughter pair entirely by mistake. she is not fond of the rain that falls lightly, knowing well how quickly it may turn into the same kind of downpour she found herself in some nights ago. the den provides a welcome escape, smelling of warmth and milk and all things familiar and yet strange. whatever her original intent was in straying from the rendezvous is forgotten, and her ears, large and ungainly atop her crown, press towards the pair. she is altogether shocked that there exists so near another pup like her. ignorant of, or perhaps merely ignoring, typical courtesy she beelines for the girl, nares flaring as she takes in her scent and finds it foreign. 

she pauses a short distance away, fast-fading blue gaze catching on the girl's mother before dropping to praimfaya. "hi, hi," she offers, quick, staccato. her paw lifts, pauses, and lowers. "brother? yes?" she's yet to learn that the word pertains only to male siblings, but frankly, she's desperate for another playmate. her's eats dirt and doesn't always lose when they fight.