The day to welcome her little whelp to the pack had arrived. She hadn't expected to have only one baby from this litter, but she was happy with the little baby that had steadily grown within her den. Snuggles, milk, and tender appreciation was all that her daughter had known, but now...now it was going to be different. After being exposed to the outside world around her, Maija was sure she would become a stronger, less gooey type of character. The golden woman was entranced with the girl as the day began. She looked so much like her father, something that most of her first set of babies had going on, too. After waking up early and enjoying the feeling of cool breezes outside of her den, she decided that the time was right. "Come, my little one," she said, voice drenched with her Romanian accent. She rose onto her paws and walked with the small babe towards the entrance. Cezar, whose presence was resting outside of the den, snapped to attention when he saw them move from their home. Without missing a beat, he snorted and licked the pup's face before pulling back and disappearing into the nearby bushes. He would be near Maija, no matter where she went, always on guard. "You're gonna hear me roar"

Her mothers voice would cause her to stir, immediately eyes would snap open and she would rise. She had been confined to the den for the first part of her life, but now she was finally allowed out. She would follow her mother without question, smiling softly as Cezar greeted her. The little animal would follow behind them, the tiny girl would immediately trot forward ahead of her mother. Nose was to the ground, her senses overwhelmed by the vast amount of smells. Audits twitched rapidly, so many sounds filling her skull. Emerald eyes darted back and forth, unable to focus on any one thing for too long. She would shake her paws with each step, the feeling of grass and dirt foreign against her soft paws.

She would grow bolder with each passing moment, venturing a little farther from her mother each time. The sun would finally touch, immediately warming her skin. It felt good. Haunches would drop, her face tipped upward, eyes closing against the blinding light. She would relish in the warmth that bathed her face, her tiny tail wagging furiously. She had been the only pup in her litter, but she was just fine with that, she got all her mothers attention. A tiny bark would leave her lips and she jumped up, bounding back towards her mother, looking thoroughly pleased with her new found freedom.

Even in the open atmosphere outside of her den, Maija couldn't help but smile at her daughter. She was going to be the apple of her eye, the only one that would be lathered in love and groomed to be a unique legend. No matter where she went, she would show pride and positive emotions for her beloved whelps. That didn't mean she would expose herself like that all the time. She enjoyed watching Ecaterina realizing how much freedom she had obtained from leaving the den. Everything was new and would be so fascinating, it would definitely overwhelm her small minion. In time, she knew that her smart daughter would be able to handle it all. For now, she lowered her head and nuzzled the girl as she approached her front leg. "How does it feel, my darling?" she cooed, Romanian accent wrapping around her words. What better way to greet the morning than with this little one? Speech,

Her mothers thick Romanian accent would surround her comfortingly. She couldn't have felt any better. The excitement she felt racing through her tiny veins was overwhelming. Desperately she wanted to see everything this place had to offer. "I love it mama, I wanna see more." Her own soft lyrics were accented by her mothers. The romanian was far more dominant in her voice than anything else, having only listened to her mothers voice since birth, the tones were indefinitely imbedded in her young mind where they would forever stay.

She would turn away, running towards Cezar with the intent to tackle him. She had no other litter mates, which left her lacking in a playmate that was closer to her size. It wasn't uncommon that she tried to play with him, forcing him into her games and subjecting him to whatever she felt like. But now they were no longer caged within the den, she had so much room to run around and play in. A tiny growl would vibrate in her throat, lips pulling back to reveal rows of puppy teeth. She would launch herself as the honey badger, she was ready to play.

Maija's smile only widened when she saw her dear Ecaterina race towards the rest of the world. She knew it contained evils, but it also contained many, many good things. The woman wanted to protect her small baby forever, but she had felt that way with her first litter and knew it was impossible. So, she took in the day and replied with, "I will show you everything I can." She didn't know how to explain Neo's absence, especially when her daughter looked so much like him. If he eventually showed up, she would either be pissed or relieved that he was all right. (The former sounded about right for her point of view at that moment.) However, if he did remain gone, she would suck it up and carry on with her dear whelp. She had to meet her older siblings, of course...but, all in good time. Cezar was then pulled into play by her and he couldn't help but grumble. The honey badger had dealt with her ever since she had begun to walk around the den. She had realized which buttons of his she could push without him getting angry and biting her. If he did, he knew Maija would instantly kill him. So, he swallowed his frustrations and gently nudged her, attempting to cause her to roll and fall back on her side. If all went well, he would race after her, make his fur all bushy, and attempt to nibble at her front paws before running away to get her to chase him. Talk like this

Curiosity drew the brute in like a moth to a flame. The smell of Maija's child was heavy in the air. His gait easy and unhurried, Valentine followed the delicate scent to its source. He kept his distance, choosing to eye the pair and make his presence known before encroaching on their space. Honestly he wasn't sure what to make of the tiny babe or her father. That her father wasn't his father didn't sit well with him, but he could hardly blame the fae for taking another mate. Taurig, in his flighty existence, was hardly worthy of the title. Still, the glaucous brute was hesitant to meet Arc's youngest member. He watched the duo interact for a moment before announcing his presence. "She's precious, Maija." That much he could admit. "Speaking" -- "Thinking"

Her mama would speak, making promises, but they fell on deaf ears. She was far to intend on tacking Cezar. The badger would concede, grumpily playing with her, much to her delight. Laughter would spill from her sooty lips, eyes dancing with excitement. But her game was interrupted by the deep voice of another. His voice would bring her to a halt, causing her tiny head to lift, her gaze to seek him out. He was huge! Her eyes would widen as she looked at her mother. Tiny nostrils would quivered, inhaling his scent, finding that he smelled kinda like her mama. Did he live here too? Her tail would shoot up, her tiny head lifting high as she approached him. The closer she got, the more she would have to crane her neck back to look at him, "Who are you?" She would demand, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes. He would be the first wolf she had seen since being introduced into the world. Ears tipped forward as she waited for him to answer. Her expression was all business.