It's about time!

He would be in agreement about leaving the den (again, not like he had a choice) and she grinned broadly, almost dancing on her paws as she pranced about him. She needed new people to play with, to make the ordinary every day stuff seem new again. She moved to the exit of the den and stuck her nose back into the fresh open air and looked about the prairie, the land she rightly claimed as hers.

As she exited the den she turned back to mortar, her grin as radiant as it ever was. "Oh... nowhere too dangerous" she promised him.

With those cheery and reassuring words she was out of that den before he could change his mind. She already knew exactly where she was heading and what story she would entertain him with. As she chose her direction and settled into it, keeping a close eye on mortar so he couldn't back out of this at any point, she would start to speak. "A season ago, before I was born the pack use to live peacefully on another pack lands called the beach. I don't know if you've seen that land but it's a wondrous place full of many places to explore and wonderful things - like caves!" She had never actually been on the beach outside of her den so most of what she was saying was an exaggeration of things she had heard herself.

"One say the sea got greedy and it began to rise up the beach, eating up all the sand. Only the quick actions of my uncle, voltage, saved the wolves of this pack” this was said with much pride and emphasis on the word "my'
"He shouted out and woke everyone from their sleeps and they began to swim through the hungry water. Me and my sister where still very tiny and had to be held high above the water to keep it from eating us. As the pack seam and swam the water rose and rose until at last they reached the Prairie. Realizing they had no where else to go the pack stopped and stood together, me and my sister included and we told the water 'no!' And it was scared of our combined force and it stopped. Now there's a rocky truce between us, the water has the beach and we have the Prairie. But every day we watch the water to make sure it never gets greedy again." She finished her tale as she moved through the forest. They didn't have much further left to walk, the beach had never been far away. "That's where we are going" she explained proudly "there's this wonderful watch point called the cliff where we can watch over the wager and prairie both and you can see the swallowed up beach... or what's left of it." She said dramatically

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