The Next Color

Night was suddenly confused. The tiny puff ball blinked her silver eyes as the other. For a moment she was shocked as no one had ever spoken to her like this. As she hadn't done such a thing with her parents. It was then she straightened up she was tough she could learn. As Amalia said something about scents her little nose started to sniff vigorously. She was right there was something mixed in with her individual scent. "I'm sorry I didn't know that. I just wanted to make sure you weren't someone who wanted to hurt my daddy mommy her brother and sister." She sincerely apologized.

"Amalia is pretty too! My parents call me night if you wanna call me that." Her little tail wagged back and forth. Then the mentioning of her father made her think. "Daddy is afraid of other wolves. I don't know why but I know I only see him with mom or us never others. Or he's on his own." Was her dad lonely.