Being a year old didn't feel any different. She knew it would change thing such as her pack status --not to mention the large chunk of new responsabilities and tasks she would have to endure. She had woken up with the sun and tip toed silently outside her shared den, not without pressing her nose softly against her mother's side before leaving.
Once outside Amelie wandered aimlessly around the Plateu, like a dark ghost that haunted the pack lands. While she trotted on, with her tail wagging softly and her yellow eyes scanning the ground in front of her. She stopped when a small puddle crossed her path.
She then lowered her head to peer into the muddy water, that even if had a brownish color it still held the faintest trace of her outlined face. Maybe she did look older..perhaps it was all in the eyes of the spectator.
