Bearclaw Valley With the thrill of a kill, vengefully, the engine will

Piper always seemed to have an interest in what her brother was doing. It was as though his business was automatically her business. Perhaps it was a deeply rooted love for the round boy, or the light in his sparkling blue eyes, but she felt as though she was inclined to join him in each of his endeavors. As they had grown a fait bit older, their adventures were more appropriately moved outside of the den. It was nice to enjoy the heat from the sun and the whispers of the wind as it filtered through their stretch of the valley. Piper had never really been one to notice her surroundings – not the way Lucas had – but she did feel a particular giddiness in the new light that had graced their home.
 
On that particular day, she had set out in search of her larger brother with a nose to the earth and a hounding for his scent. She found him enjoying the peace of new flowers. His tail beat against the earth as he sat and reached a delicate paw toward a flower bud. Piper watched him for a moment with a curious expression before she trotted closer and called out in a singsong voice, “Luuuuu!”