Ouroboros Spine an echo of an echo

Four months old and Chinook already moved with the same stride as her parents before her. Seaglass eyes had been made, leaving her puppy blues behind. They were bright and revealing. She followed her mother in the mornings and sat with her as she worked on skins which Rodyn and Valiant had brought from hunts. In the afternoons, she would watch her father hunt in the river and along the lake bed, prancinf around in the shallows further up stream, acceptingo draw them nearer to him. 

This day, she trailed southward past the healing dens and towards the three sisters, following a trail of someone completely different then she had before. A smell unfamiliar. In Chinook's thoughts, if she were in her home, she must be pack and so she should come to know the other. 

Slipping nearer to the great oaks, Chinook seeks the woman wandering among the lavender fields and woofs gently into her direction. Hello. A small, shy greeting, added with a wave of her tail behind her.