A Great, Wide World of Wonder

She felt a warm thrill of pleasure as her words had the effect she was after, and he smiled in response, clearly cheered by her statement. They had been honest words. Young as she was, she was already listening to that still, small voice at the back of her mind, a voice that seemed directly connected to the feelings in the pit of her stomach. Her gut instinct. And it told him that Amos was indeed a good wolf. Maybe rough around the edges, but everyone had rough edges at first, right?

She grinned down at him from her lofty vantage point, most of her reservations and shyness gone by now. “I know you can be, Amos! Helping others feels so good. Like when M’ma couldn’t find her stock bundle of… uhm…” She paused, sifting through the already quite inflated catalog of herbs she’d learned from her mother and Paladin, before she found the one she was after and beamed, “Calendula petals! They’re good for treating cuts. I found them for her.”

It had filled her with that same warm sense of pleasure to track down the missing bundle and plant it at her mother’s paws as it did to cheer Amos up.

She smiled widely at his remark about her father’s coloring, and of Aramis’ coat. There was clear familial pride in her eyes as she responded cheerfully, “They’re very interesting. There are still so many stories Da hasn’t told me yet. Some he wants to wait to tell us until we’re a little older—he says so we can understand them better and the morals behind them. I can’t wait! Like… how did Great Grand-M’ma Erani get to Valhalla? I know she didn’t start out in it…”

Like her father and grandmother before her, she had clearly been bitten by the historian bug early on. She loved the stories and the history lessons just as much as she’d enjoyed her very first basic puppy lessons in fighting—defenses, the simplest of them.

His response to her words about holding her temper tipped her head to the side as she grinned, “I do like games. Hide and seek is one of my favorites!” Her tail swept the stone wall almost constantly now, eyes sparkling as she listened to his suggestions and plans for their future adventures.

“I’ve always wanted to see the sea. Da got to go to a place called the Bifrost when he was my age. They family were loners then, of course. He said the sand glitters with different colors, almost like my fur.” Her eyes flicked down to one shimmering white paw before back to his features.

Her ears perked as he began to answer her offer, and clearly, she was content with it, as a smile bloomed afresh on her features and she nodded. “Alright!”

Her head cocked as she gazed down at him, smile still in place. “So, are you a good fighter? Da’s been teaching me the very basics, but he says my training begins for real in Spring. It’s Spring now, so… soon.” And clearly she was itching to get started, based on that small wriggle of her rump against the stone wall.

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