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They were yearlings now, her and her siblings, and that was a strange thought. She didn't feel any different today than she had yesterday or the day before that. Wasn't this supposed to be a big change? Shouldn't she feel like she was nearer to adulthood than ever before? She knew that she looked different than she had before, at least. But Kamala didn't feel any different. She was larger now, but she retained that lanky build of her puphood. The female hadn't filled out yet, but it was coming. There was lean muscle packed onto her frame now, and she had started to grow into her legs. She looked more grown up. But she still didn't feel any different. She still felt like a pup.



Kamala was standing over a clear lake, examining her features and trying to figure out why she didn't feel any different when the howl sang out. White ears swivelled in the direction of the sound, and her head lifted slowly, snorting softly. Her father's joyous voice boomed out across the horizon, summoning the Seracia Pack. So with a twitch of her tail, Kamala bounded away, lanky legs extending to carry her swiftly across the ground. It was a far cry from the stumbling run that had carried her across the territory before welcoming Sir Segar into the pack. No, Kamala didn't trip over her limbs anymore, and navigating her territory was much easier now that she had spent more time here.



Slowing as she drew nearer to the source of her father's howl, nostrils flared to take in the familiar scents of her pack. Sir Segar, her father, Maverick. They had already arrived, but none others, as far as Kamala could tell. So with a flick of her tail, she padded forward, approaching her father with a smile on her lupine features. "Father," She didn't call him Daddy anymore. No, the formality of her pack had begun to rub off on her, "Sir Segar, Maverick." She greeted them each in their turn, flicking her ears as she padded up to sit daintily to the side of Maverick. Her voice still retained that puppy drawl, but it was fading from her words, albeit a little more slowly than that of her siblings.



From there, Kamala waited, waited to hear why her father had summoned his pack to him. She would have asked, but he was going to explain anyways, and it would have wasted the time of both of them to have him explain it more than once. So the quiet female was content to wait in silence, sitting patiently by the side of her brother as she awaited the arrival of the rest of her pack.