Change, adapt, overcome

As her father roused the group of siblings into action, the tiny black and red girl bounced towards him. "Can Papa Moros come?" Without waiting for an answer, the girl motioned for some invisible specter to follow, then raced out the door and down to the meeting area. She skidded to a halt when she saw all of the wolves already there, mismatched eyes widening for a moment. Some of them she'd never even met! How crazy. Running to the front of the group, she brightly said, "HI MAMA!" then went and sat behind Ava, curling up in her tail, you know... just because.

"Fever Mendacium"