Greatwater Lake every leaf speaks bliss to me

Pumpkin was too busy listening to birdcalls and the sound of water slapping against the shoreline to hear her brother mutter her name. She didn’t even hear him walking behind her. At home, there had never been any kind of threat to her life, or the lives of her family, so she hadn’t learned to be cautious and listen for sounds that were out of the ordinary. And she was still young, a teenager, and thought herself at the top of the world. She continued trotting along happily, occasionally shaking water from her fur where the drizzle had soaked through. Would her brother catch up to her, or simply let her wander ahead?