Lessons with Grandpa

What might have passed for a scowl came across the girl's pale white face. She certainly wasn't used to waiting and seeing at this age, and with childish perception of time she assumed she would be old like grandpa by the the time the waiting was over. Her distress was quickly diverted when the companions approached and in her enthusiasm to follow grandpas directions, her front legs splayed wide, chest almost touching the ground with her back end wiggling on high. She sure felt balanced, but a quick glance at Wynter showed her she had probably gone down too low.

Slapping her paws into the dirt as she pushed herself back up, she tried again, lifting each foot high before placing it in what she thought was the right position, her tongue poking out in concentration and her head swinging and canting to get a good look at each foot before she was happy with where it would be place. A final check and the girl nodded to herself. Good? Good... Maybe...

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