Snowforest Taiga Why We Have Obama To Thank For Corn Mazes

solomon doesn’t offer anything helpful. more of the same. okay, well. then they’ll find out if it’s for the same or not. their home isn’t all that exciting, especially when it’s just the two of them. she avoids the other puppies, especially after her altercation with the grey girl and dad being sick doesn’t give him any time to entertain them. and no one else gives them any attention; how are they supposed to learn things? she wants to hunt and fight and do things the other wolves do and, well. she can’t when no one helps her. so she’s gonna do it on her own!
 
well, and with solomon, she guesses.
 
the days are cool, at least, and the sun offers enough to warm the back of her coat that is still black. she’s started to grow into her colors, as her other siblings, but since the day solomon brought it up she tries not to think about it. they resemble their mother, in their own way, right? she can still remember what she looks like, she thinks… but she can’t be sure. brilliance licks her lips and glances back, making sure her sister is with her, and nudges her nose along for her to step up and keep closer.
 
after several minutes of walking, she realizes it’s just as boring as their home. seriously? it has to be more exciting than this. ugh. fine. the whole world is—
 
her eyes widen as they disturb a rabbit’s den all of a sudden, having not paid attention. a cluster of hares swerve every which way and instantly, brilliance storms off after one. she doesn’t know what she’s doing, or where she’s going, but she’s supposed to chase it! and she’s gonna catch it.
 
of couse, she doesn’t. the prey outruns her tenfold and she slows to a stop, panting, but feeling a bit of excitement as she turns back to see where her sister had gone off, whether she chased her own rabbit or followed behind.