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It was not so much the howl that had drawn the attention of the girl but the sight of the wolves that were presently gathering within the Prairie. More often than not, the lot of them tended to be off in many different directions, too many to follow in one day, and seeing all of them - or at least in this case some of them - gathered together was a special occasion in Rory's book. Her curious gaze shifted between the faces of her relatives, but eventually rested on one in particular. Seated atop a rock, looking somewhat important with the others standing around beneath him, she spotted the grey and yellow wolf that seemed to pal around with her father a lot, and was instantly drawn to him. What was he smiling about? And why did the others stand about around his rock? What were all the grown ups up to?

She was not old enough to comprehend, nor could she quite hear the conversations that were going on among them, but it did not stop her from marching right up to the group and eyeing them all with open curiosity and not a hint of hesitation. These were relatives after all, wolves that she knew her parents romped and played and did serious adult stuff with. She could do that too, right? The fun stuff at least? Her ears swiveled vaguely as she looked about the faces of her aunt and uncles, but as her golden eyes alighted on Voltage she offered him a big grin. Whatever the grown ups were up to, she intended to find out what it was.