Making memories

Ember's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when Ciaran spoke in cryptic riddles and hushed dramatic whispers of a mysterious place they were traveling to. The sheer prospect of seeing such a place had the pup all aquiver with excitement! She bet it would probably be dangerous too, a place only the strongest and bravest of wolves went to! With her tail lashing back and forth behind her in an eager display of zeal, the tiny wolf nugget of dark fur bounced after her big brother, eager to keep pace with him. Ember had an innate drive to push herself and prove her worth to her siblings and her family. The middle born of a second litter, she knew no one's eyes were fixed on her. Her older siblings would have all that glory; she just wanted to stand out amongst a bundle of a half dozen she'd been born into.

"What kind of creatures are they?" Ember asked in an equally exaggerated whisper, her mind buzzing with fantastical imaginings of what sort of skeletons they would soon be seeing. The possibilities were limitless, and even her overly creative childlike imagination didn't know where to even begin! "How far away is this place, Kea? The dead creatures aren't gonna follow us home, are they?"

"Ember"