Fox's Glade A Soft Place to Land

'Kay, Leta rejoined, happy to join Arlette. Lately she had kept in her company, if not her brothers, wanting to be of help to their mother and father. That Arlette had another father was unknown to Leta. Each of her siblings were regarded as fullblooded, and nothing else. She trailed after Arlette, watching her and then following her lead. She knew the basics from her mother, but it helped to see things in action. That Arlette did the same as their mother only furthered Leta's belief that her parents knew everything—

Nevermind the fact that Valette had naturally taught Arlette once upon a time—

and so, she copied her. Leta was engrossed in the task, the myriad of scents quite confusing. One was strongest of all but Leta was not much of a tracker yet, and she scrunched her brow at it. The mocha girl turned to look to Arlette who was now on the move. The young girl trailed her, not needing to be asked to know what to do. She paused over the area Arlette had, noting the new scent but not attaching any meaning to it yet...

Until there was another ahead. Leta's tail waved left and right; beside Arlette, or any of her family, she felt a little more bold. She bounded several steps ahead (Arlette quick to step in front of her), and as her sister chuffed Leta cheerily greeted: Hi!!!