Mischievous Times

You totally sniped me :D editing my post to accommodate

Gyda hid close by; her scent thoroughly covered by the mud she had rolled in, in the wee hours of the morning before anyone had woken up. She was dark dark brown only her eyes were mostly mud free.

Shortly after the move from Horizon Ridge to Stavanger Bay Gyda had taken to sleeping a lot and getting moody with everyone, But now she found she loved to be up just before the sun woke up, there was so much stuff to get into, and small animals to track.

She crouched low hunkering down like a large cat, (not that she had seen one) and waited until her brother got just a bit further from the den.... just a bit... further... The mud was beginning to dry and now instead of being joyful and squishy it was getting hard and cumbersome, but it was still wet enough to share.

She squinted her eyes, and grinned, unnoticed by her two brothers. Gyda leapt up and attempted to tackle them both squishing her body into what ever wolf or perhaps both of them as much as possible. She wanted to get the mud off by using Ein and Tevir as a towels