Ch-ch-cherry, no Lemon Balm

The young girl raised her sleepy head and immediately her mouth split into a wide yawn. She closed her eyes and gave her head a shake as the lingering sensation finally fled her. She looked up at her father then and her long appendage gave a little wag behind her.

Rhyme however was in a rush, and he nudged her to her paws, which she quickly obliged. Still shaking off the sleep, and forcing down her questions, the young pup followed her father from the den, with only a parting look at her sister.

Once they were clear from the den, and the danger of waking Poem was passed, she bounced a little on her paws. Clumsily, because she was still sleepy despite her excitement. “Where we ‘goin what we learning?” the little one asked of her father. She talk to walking between his front paws. She was two season old now, and was very quickly going to be too big to walk beneath her father. Of course, she still thought she was tiny enough to fight into all the small places she was accustomed to. As a wolf who was going to grow to the height of her parents, it would likely be a shocking event once she realised.