Moonspear little monster

The world was changing and shifting around them, but for the moment, Vega was clueless. In a lot of ways, she and her siblings were more mature then their age, mostly thanks to Hydra's careful teaching. But they were still puppies, only three and a half months old, and there were moments where they acted their age -- like this one, at present. And, although she wasn't aware, this was another lesson in itself, as she grappled with @Osiris.

She and her brother tumbled about, their nearly-matching pelts a swirl of autumnal hues among the leaves. The first snow had already fallen on Moonspear's peak, but Vega had only been able to enjoy it for a short time before it dissipated. She had been assured that it would fall again, and soon; but for now, she was happy to hear the crunching of the leaves beneath her body.

When she began to grow tired, she disentangled herself from Osiris, delivering a well-timed snap of her teeth in the direction of his snout when he tried to insist their play continue. She huffed, then padded towards her mother where she reclined in the sunlight, her ears tilted back and her tail wagging appealingly.