The most beautiful time of the year

Dagrún wasn't sure what greater beings were but she assumed it was mommy and daddy stuff. It made her wonder if mommies and daddies picked the colors of their babies. She'd have to ask her parents why they picked the colors they did or maybe it happened if a pregnant lady ate certain foods that were different colors.

Her ears perked up as the stranger continued to speak. "Wow, really?" She did want to be a great warrior like both her parents some day. "I hope to be a good fighter some day so I can help protect my pack."

She nodded at the mention of sticks, her little tail wagging. "Oh, yes! Sprela was going to teach me to make a…" Her mind suddenly drew a blank and she looked up in the trees at the little kestrel. The bird flew down and landed at the girl's feet. "A travois, a way to carry items." Dag quickly nodded once to the bird then again to the pretty lady's question.

"Yup! They're right across the border in Fireside. There's a guy there that's blue, he looks like he's covered in stars. I've seen him around but I've never met him." And of course Halla had red markings but nothing quite like this woman. It was then Dagrún spied the perfect stick. She pounced on it and brought it back over to the stick pile with the rest of her sticks.

"I'm Dagrún Finnvi, by the way!"