Although Maera had no real knowledge of their upcoming journey or of the dangers they would soon have to endure withouth the shield of the creek in front of them, she had picked up on the unusual behaviour of her mother and father. Her fleeting attention span had percieved the tension clinging off their fur and bottling up as dark shadows under their eyes as they came home ; and she had also heard one or two mournful sighs come from their chest.
It was not enough to worry her, since she often forgot about it as a new game began, but she was aware of it. Just like she was becoming more aware of the difficulty of speaking. While she had added a few words to her vocabulary, pronunciation continued to be a problem.
That afternoon the lead vocalist of the Sveijarn pups lounged at the center of the den that would soon cease to be their home. She had been busily licking her paws and toes, ever since her ant-accident a light sense of itchiness had been coming and going. She stroked the tip of her fingers with her pink and viper-like tongue until a far more interesting thing tickled her nostrils.
She rose instantly, recognizing the scent of another wolf outside her doorstep. Then with her little tail waving behind her like a flag she padded towards the entrance.
AHA!
It was him! It was the guy she had met sometime before with Larus.
"ELLOOOOOO", she shouted as her butt wiggled wildly in the air.
Oh right, he was the guy that didn't like shouting.
Oops
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