Neverwinter Forest ol’ mcdonald

Nuala wasn't really afraid of anything yet; she really had no reason to be. Today was the first day she had ventured this far from her parents and siblings, but she was curious and the scents of wolves outside her immediate family intrigued her enough that she clumsily traipsed through the forest to find them. 

She saw the group of three kids and then one other kid off in the distance with a strangely blank look on his face. She decided she would definitely pester him later. Right now, she was more interested in the other three puppies. She skipped over to them and sat down. Mine, she said, although it was probably unclear to them what she was stating to be hers, she was referring to the forest—it was hers and she wanted that them to know it. Mine was one of the few coherent things she could say, along with no, nu-uh, go, mama, and papa. Most everything else she said, never quite made sense, but she was getting there. 

Despite her proprietary declaration, she still looked to each child with a pleasantly curious expression. She wondered what they were doing here.