Bearclaw Valley rubix

Snow crunch announced the approach of a pack mate. His scent gave his identity away. Cole, one of the wolves who consistently proved he was on top of his game. She had smelled him all over the place in the valley. And now this, was their first formal meeting.

The miniature lookalike of Ameline turned to look at him. Golden eyes ever intense. She had inherited them from her great grandfather, Merrick, after all. "It is Athella. And you're Cole, aren't you?" A spunky twinkle in her eye. Her tail tip weaved back and forth against the stone in a sweeping motion, slowly clearing away the white dusting.

"I am out here on watch. Keepin an eye out from afar. And also, thinkin." She uttered, using her teeth to nibble at a random itch in between her paw pads. Her voice was warm but steady. Decisive. A girl with ambitions. But she was still just a kid at heart.