Whitefish River A Life Never Lives in Peace

her mentor calls, and the page beelines for the source. she was sore from how hard she'd been pushing herself on the mountains, and it showed in the slight irregularity of her lope. no matter how hard she pushed, however, she could not seem to acquire the same bulk as Ira or Verx; she was growing far too quickly for that. at five months of age, she was nearing her adult height and already could meet her mother's gaze evenly - it was a long while since she'd had to peer up at the woman. 

she greeted the woman with a chuff as she paused by the edge of the sandy ring, little glimmer of excitement in her chest. her gaze passed over it before settling on her, asking aloud, "Ira?" a beat later, she added, "I've been climbing - almost every day, now."