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Memento was beyond excited, quivering from nose to tail tip from the moment she set off with her mama and daddy Cel to make their way to the spring equinox festival. Her mama said there would be lots of other wolves there, different packs too, those who may become friends and others who might be so nice. The idea of meeting other wolves though excited the child immensely.

Not only that but she was starting to change too now that she was getting a bit older too. Naturally, as all pups do, she was getting taller and filling out femine, light frame. Even more exciting to Memento was the changes in her fur. Browns came in first and seemed to be growing darker by the day in places. That was nice but even better were the splashes of COLOR showing up in her fur. The yellow-orange color wasn’t much overall, spread in various places throughout her coat, but Memento Mori was damned proud of it. She proudly showed Cel, thrilled she was becoming a bit more like him too. His rainbow was so pretty! She had the best parents!

They settled to rest after coming into boreas, her mama dozing off… but Meme couldn’t remain still. Her inquisitive mind had her slipping away from Philomena’s side and, before she knew it, she was lost.

Meme wasn’t scared though… at least not yet. She was too curious about what the world around her had to offer to worry about if her parents could find her. She couldn’t have gone that far.

So rather than worry about it Memento kept going, ears perked as the maned child took in the world around her. She moved as quietly as she could -- her mama had stressed in the event they got seperated to not make a lot of noise cause a meany predator could come and try and gobble her up! She didn’t want to get gobbled up, or have someone like that mean big teeth guy come try and take her away. She’d be smart and make sure she’d be safe!

Curiosity got the better of her when she noticed the fresh mound of dirt turned beneath the oak. She looked around, twitching her ears cautiously as she sniffed for anything that might be dangerous. There was a smell she didn't recognize but she didn’t see anything so it was okay, right?

Meme came out quickly from the more condensed foliage to the open and made her way over to it. She looked around again and then back at the dirt. Why did someone bury something and leave it? She began sniffing around, finding one of the dark feathers of the crow. It stuck to her nose, only freed once the child gave an adorable squeaking sneeze and fell back on her rump.

WC :: 477