Practice Makes Perfect

She’d been sleeping soundly when the light patter of puppy paws brought her out of her dreams with a sleepy blink. She’d had enough experience with pups in the Nomads to recognize the sounds of night time escapees. She was on her paws, listening, her snowy form a ghost in the dark alcove she made her bed in. Two more sets of paws. Oh goodness, all three of them were up and out. She was taking a guess, but it sounded like Rasiel had gone first, then Kieryn, and now Lais. And then… Bigger paws, from Creed’s alcove.

A small grin crossed her features as she listened to him subtly follow after the pups, and at last, she slipped after them all, paws a touch above silent on the ground as she glided easily after the little parade. Where Creed’s scent diverted, she paused, then chose to follow him. She slipped up beside the male, nudging his shoulder gently with her nose before she settled silently beside him, casting a secret grin at him before her eyes shifted to watch the children intently. It looked as though Rasiel was practicing. Her hips shifted, hind legs stretching out to the side as she relaxed. If there was trouble, both she and Creed would be there in a heartbeat.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think