Sun Mote Copse i was always hungry for love

Avery hummed to herself as she roamed away from the rendezvous site. She didn't plan to go far -- she was too well-behaved to take off on some misadventure on her own -- but at three months of age, she and her siblings had earned a bit more independence and freedom. While she still tended to be a bit timid when outside of her comfort zone, she was fairly confident traversing a limited portion of the copse; and her boundaries expanded day by day, as did her aplomb.

The summer sun was warm overhead, and the pleasant weather encouraged her to go a little further than she had before. A careful glance was thrown over her shoulder every few paces, but still she kept going. It was only when she happened upon an unfamiliar figure that she froze; her blue eyes rounded as she paused in her step, one forepaw suspended as she stared at the black-and-white figure of a puppy who was not a brother, sister, or cousin of hers. So who was he? "H-hi," she greeted cautiously.