Redtail Rise Aunt Jennifer's tigers

AW! Currently, she's about 2 months old and is still MINIMALLY verbal 

Saturday was growing, as any wolf child did. But these days, her sister has become more of a blur in the background while the headstrong girl grows interested in the outside world. she has begun a transformation, a metamorphosis in her growing body and bones. she was starting to lose just a hint of the pudgy puppy fat and was beginning to place her weight into reasonable areas of her build. she would be a tall mountain, just as her father is. and now even her blonde hairs were being replaced with a silvery sheen all too familiar.

this evening, Saturday was just outside of the den opening, fighting-- err, perhaps more like terrorizing, a poor little garden snail. it was an attempt to play with the snail at first, though she grew incredibly interested when she saw the little bug suck up into its shell when frightened.

so now, here she was, screaming and barking and yapping for the snail to come back out and let her play with it. for the snail's sake, it was certainly much safer in its shell as Saturday would eventually lose interest if it hid long enough. but until she hit that wall, the girl was stopping around, even tapping the shell with a single toe or two to try and coax it out, tail whipping around in a frenzied wag.