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Amalia had immediately made her self useful. She had begun to fill caches and run the borders. Something she had always done at any pack she had been a part of. She was glad to be of assistance here. Where she could be. Being around those she cared for was a plus. She was stil unsure of her footing as she moved through the current of a relationship of more than platonic. But the butterflies in her stomach, she assumed were a good thing. Even if they felt uncomfortable at times.

As she traveled the borders. She found herself caught in play as she always was. Throwing herself upon the ground to roll about the snow and leave footprints. She bounded from one foot spot to the other. A giggle rolling through the air. She heard the call for her. And she followed it, but still playing. Who said adults couldn't play?