Forest child ( joining )

With weary eyes she had watched the sun set on the day before, a nagging ache in her gut. Soon, the girl reminded herself, soon. Sleep had been restless, too much anxiety and excitement filled the lass. With sparkling eyes she had watched the sun set on a new day, a new chance, a new adventure. On this particular day she had plans, life-changing plans. Ideas raced through her mind, it was the sunrise she was waiting for. Rising to her paws, the yearling did not bother to stretch or bask in dawn's light. Instead she began the trek, energy as boundless as always.

Soon a scent hit her delicate charcoal nostrils, an aroma she had been awaiting. Faintly mingled with the scents of prey was a marker, a border marker. Trot speeding to a jog, her fluid strides tensed. Not with worry or hostility, in fact the opposite. Finally, she was there, near the southeastern border. Backing up a few yards, she seated herself slowly, scanning the area with vibrant emerald orbs. Letting out a contented sigh she sat back, posture lessening only slightly and ears still perked, but the rest of her body displaying semi-casual, relaxed submission. After all, she didn't want to blow her chance.

After a few seconds of impatience, she raised her maw into the air, letting out a crisp and clear howl to alert those in the lands of her presence. When her muzzle fell back to it's normal position, Eunoia realized the new maturity in her vocals. It was deeper, clearer, fresher, hard to explain. But the change was there, no longer was she a youth, but a yearling. Of course adulthood was still far off, and mentally she was not very close, but it energized her further to hear the newness of her voice. How long had it been there? Alone, she had few to talk to, perhaps a while. If all went well, she wouldn't be alone, not anymore.