It's better to ask forgiveness than permission

The pit-patter of tiny paws was unmistakable, yet the little one proved to move with an unnatural grace, not quite having the silent step to those large still growing paws did little Amara move quickly. Tail wagging as those ears pushed forth, her gaze upon the lands around her in utter curiosity. Fit and healthy as could be, simply she was happy they were moving on from that musky swamp they had stayed near. It was where the food had came from, more often then not but it always stunk in the more foul way; as if something had died. Curious ears pressed forth as her mother's voice rang out, but Amara said naught and did as was told. Obedient would be a word to describe the little wriggling pup, for the most part, her mother's stern teachings has not been forgotten. It wasn't long before they stopped, those ghostly eyes blinked as she stared up at her mother as a howl was give; hearing this was a first thus she stared in wander before taking a seat, fidgeting all the while as that gaze rapidly moved about the place looking for something to catch her eye.