We are for the good, and for the weak

*Arian* · (This post was last modified: 11-19-2013, 09:43 AM by Arian.)

THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I WISH I WAS OLDER

and I could speak the language of many

This was the pups first winter, and the snow was a even bigger mystery to her then the falling leaves from the sky. Her blue eyes watched the snow flakes fall to the ground, her reddish fur tinted with the white stuff. When it melted on her tongue she shook her head with how cold it was. What was this stuff? She wondered. Every day the small lady was growing older, now she was two seasons old. And expecting more siblings on the way with her adopted mother having more pups. Sometimes Arian wondered who would take over the throne with these bundles of joys. It made her happy though, more wolves to get along with that was for sure. She promised to maverick to keep the littler siblings out of trouble.
As her tail wagged back and forth she stumbled through the snow. Making small tunnels, and trails with her legs. As she ate some of it as well. "This stuff if so weird." she told herself. The little lady was out on her own most times if not with her teacher. After all, she wanted to learn more about the world. Her mind yearning for knowledge, and it brought a wide smile to her face. To be able to heal others would be a wonderful thing, and she was slowly learning the herbs she needed to know. Getting used to her life here in Seracia.

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