Born Anew... still cold though

Amaranth might have a hard time focusing on things other wolves told her to do. Setting a specific task for her was a sure way to sour her mood. But if she set on for herself? Oh ho, an endless fount of joy. So safe to say, the older pup was utterly transfixed on her mission. The world beyond the trail of tracks fell away, aided by how muffled everything else seemed beneath the deep blanket of snow. She had no idea how far she wandered but the tracks kept going and so did she.

Finally, a bright speck of movement caught her eye up ahead. She might not have seen it at all, had it not been in the direction the tracks had been leading her. In fact Mara was so engaged that she had momentarily disregarded the fact that the tracks were squirrel tracks, so by all means she ought to be expecting to find a squirrel, right? Yeah, she'd sorta forgotten about that part. It took a minute for her brain to catch up, but the bushy tailed rodent took another bounding step forward and she gasped, dropping down into a crouch. Had the squirrel seen her? She wasn't really hungry and she hated picking squirrel fur out of her teeth. Still, the older she got the more reliant she would have to become on her own hunting skills, so passing up a meal seemed sorta dumb.

She had just about figured out how she would approach the creature unseen, close enough to pounce, when a living snowball popped out of freaking no where and crashed her party. The tiny yeti or whatever it was didn't even seem like a good hunter either, because it totally missed and the rodent fled. It wasn't until the motion stopped, the squirrel chattering angrily from the safety of it's perch, that she realized it wasn't a blizzard monster at all, but a pup. More of a pup than she was anyhow. Mara already looked pretty much like a yearling, retaining only the most blatant pup-like features, but this roly-poly little fluffball definitely did not. Where were this kid's parents?

She couldn't be mad at a kid practicing her hunting. She doubted the wolf... er, canine? The floppy-eared pup, had even known she was there. Despite her love for pestering her siblings, she wasn't about to tear into this kid for ruining a hunt she hadn't even known she was on until the last minute. Amaranth walked up, no rush, and called out. "Oooh, so close." She didn't want to freak her out or anything. "You lost, kid?" Who could say how much right Mara had to be calling anyone else 'kid,' but Mara figured she was older so that was that. Especially if she ended up having to find this kid's parents for her.