Stone Circle snowdrops keep falling on my head

Age was just a number to Leta, who did not really understand it. Blinking, though, she respectfully did not refute her mothers point. To a point, she agreed, maybe I need some more failures, she added with a little wave of her tail. Hopefully, though, she would just succeed and not embarass herself before her pack. Her mother did a fine job in teaching her, and her siblings; Leta simply was just not yet a natural. But with hard work? 

That was what she needed to do. Work harder! 

Sneak attack, she echoed, hazel eyes brightening as she rolled her shoulders and asked with a grin: ...can we practice? and, excitedly (not even waiting a beat) how do I best do a sneak attack? with a waving tail that thwap, thwap, thwapped the snowy earth. Soon enough her plume had clumps of snow entangled in it, not that she realized.