Do You Wanna Play?

The tickling in her nose grew until she finally sneezed the ant away. As soon as the burst of air left her lungs, she drew it back in with a gasp. Her eyes squinted as she searched for the little insect. But it was nowhere to be found, and she let a small whine escape her throat. But then she was presented with a new distraction as a large adult male stepped into her presence. She quickly recognized him as her Uncle Crucifix, and a grin overtook her happy little face. Hey little Faun, do you know who I am?

His voice was low and friendly, and she felt her rump wiggle into the dirt as she wagged her tail. "Of course I know you!" Faun replied, laughing as she leapt up and embraced him. But from her height, all she could to was hug his lower legs. "How are you, Uncle Crucifix?"

The last time she had seen the man, he had dissolved into a giant crowd of other wolves. But she still knew who he was. He bore the same cross on his shoulder, representing him as part of the Black family. Faun stepped back a bit and gave him room, suddenly remembering who else he was. Crucifix was alpha. He needed to be given respect. So little Faun dipped her body into a bow, showing her maturity in the respectful gesture.

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