Where it all began

Guh! Why did her dads legs have to be so long? Sure, she could have called out to him and he would have slowed down to keep to her puppy pace but-well! She didn't want to do that. Lately she had gotten it into her mind that she had to impress him, that she had to the best little Ophie she could be and honestly the prospect was already a little daunting. She had so many siblings, both big and small, and competition was mighty fierce. She wanted to be up the top with the best of the best but aside from being her Dad's little hope there wasn't much she was good at just yet. But she would try and persevere and in the end she'd surely emerge victorious, right?

By the time she caught up with her dad there were already plenty of wolves on the scene, both familiar and strangers. She paused, still a little out of breath, when she realised that three of her litter mates had already beaten her to the punch and were starting to mingle with the rest. Her little sides heaved as she lingered on the fringes of the gather, her brows drawn as she rocked her weight to her hindlegs. No one had noticed her, she could easily slip away before anyone did. But then that thought made her heart ache in a strange way, like something was terribly wrong. Ophie took after her Mother in far more ways then she knew, poor little thing.

But all of this, the waiting and worrying, was kinda silly wasn't it? Why was she getting so worked up other nothing,  her family was here and what more did she need?

"Hiii!" Ophie cheered as she trotted onto the scene with a spring in her step as though nothing was wrong. All was great on the Ophie front, thanks for asking.