Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm looking for a way now

Blue chuckled, she remembered herself as a youth. How she had thought, it was so slow to grow up. Now though, it seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. Season to season, they no longer lasted very long.

Blue frowned for a moment thinking. About nine full moons. She didn't know how else to explain it to her niece. Calendar's were not a part of such things for the wolves. When fall comes around again. But once they are a two or three moons old, they can play with the older wolves around the plateau. Before that near the den of course.