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Theory was now a season old and she was growing like an unruly sprout! Large paws carried her lanky form through the rapids with ease. Her fluffy fur was thinning as the warm weather was moving in. Finally it was the thick of spring and Theory was blossoming with excitement. The sun was beaming down upon her back which warmed her form with ease. Green painted the surrounding area and the gentle numbing noise of rushing water flowed into her ears.

The Destruction gal moved to the bank of the rapids and sat her rear upon the stoney earth. Sharp baby blue eyes fell upon the rushing water with delight. Theory's tiny poof of a tail wiggled in delight. She was now large enough that Bird of Prey weren't such a thread but there was still an issue of other predators. Thankfully, she was deep in Abaven territory and would likely be fine on her own. The most threatening creature in the area was Noir and his bad attitude.

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