The sun had risen not too long ago, and already the young girl was on her feet and sneaking away from the mare that she now knew as mother. She was too young to remember her own mother clearly, for she had only remembered the golden pelt...but as time passed, the memory would begin to fade. Replaced by a fog of what was once lost. What could have been. The buckskin colored girl glanced back at her sleeping mom, a grin spreading across her muzzle as she squealed in delight before quietly trotting away. She wanted to explore, there was so much to see and do! So many others to meet! And she was eager to meet every single one of the creatures that lived in this place they called a "pack."
The autumn breeze caressed her short stubby mane, her elongated and spidery legs carrying her rather ungracefully across the ground. She never strayed too far from Obsidian, for she didn't know the boundaries of the territory nor who was friend or foe. She was pure innocence, unknown to the ways of the world and the dangers that lurked beyond the borders. She stopped at a small creek that seemed to run through the territory, front legs spread apart as her head and neck stretched forward, curiosity pulling at her. There were things in the water! Silvery grey things, darting around when her shadow fell over the water. Ears stretched forward, the girl leaning precariously over the bank, as if she would soon perform a rather clumsy fall the more she leaned forward. Her nose touched the cold water, nostrils flaring until she sucked some of the liquid in. The surprise attack would cause her to skitter back, a sneeze erupting from her body and throwing her onto her rump. Cross eyed, she stared at the water, and soon several more blasts of sneezing would take hold.
"Speech"
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