Not like the others

Her tail wiggled a little at the enthusiasm in Art’s voice. Navigating the watts of wolves such as Azure in her life, she was becoming good at getting a read on someone by the way they spoke to her. It was a steep learning curve, and she would likely find herself with mixed results, but for the moment she decided Ant’s was one of the good ones.

“I can’t wait to meet her” Kite said, hoping her much older sister was as friendly as Ants. as Art drew his attention towards the bracers, she fiddled with her paws self consciously. “I am.” she said, voice a little more serious now. The seriousness didn’t last very long as she decided to adventure towards the voice. She liked to have a better idea who she was talking to. She walked until her head bumped into his leg, and stopped there, bumping it a couple more times to determine where exactly on his leg her head came to. After this very scientific method, she reasoned he was one of the tall ones. Like her dad. Like Azure “I’m training to fight the most important battle of my life” she said, now craning her head up into his general direction. “What colour are you, Ants?” she asked, the question coming out of the left field on the tail of the war like answer.

"Speech"