She kept up with him, all her pent up energy keeping her little body buzzing to keep going. She thought she was doing a fine job, even if Elias had made sure to keep his pace more slower then normal so it was easier for her. She attempted to keep an eye on her path while taking in as much of the surroundings as she could, her eyes remained bright, but her body had relaxed as she moved. She was grateful to have some alone time with her father, thankful there was no others pushing and vying for his complete attention. Surely this night would forever be in her memory as one of the more happiest times of her life.
The call of the turkey was noticed by her. Like she had some weird connection with her father's movements she paused the same exact time he did. Eyes staring into the darkness, her ears erect and forward, towards the sound. Little nostrils flared as they took in the scents around them and her scrawny tail straight out behind her. All her focus was on the area that the call came from. She wasn't frightened of the call, no she was alert from the call. She was curious about it, but she knew there was dangers around the mountain they lived. She didn't glue herself to her father like a pup normally would, but stood alert while trying to decide where the creature was moving, if at all.
Her left ears swiveled towards her father as he spoke and she nodded in agreement that it was close. He then asked her what it was and the gears in her mind began to turn. A small gust of wind blew up their direction and she greedily sniffed it. Though her nose was no where near as developed as an adults, the fact that the bird was close she could smell it. She remembered that smell, one of the more frequent meals her father would bring for them. A creature with feathers, colorful feathers. Narrowing her eyes she dug into her memories until she came to that one day where he had told them what it was. A fire lit in her eyes before her gaze lifted to his eyes.
"Turkey" she said confidently, remembering the smell and fitting it with the smell on the wind.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
