She strolled contently through the grass, grasping her upcoming adulthood excitedly. There was still another season to wait, until the leaves fell and for the snow to wrap Alacritia in a cold white blanket. Wriggling her haunches, she leaped up to one of the smooth silver boulders, balancing her weight carefully as she stepped on other stones. Her mind decided to remind her of her busy "teenage life". The memory of helping the sick female by the Orchard seemed to stand out the most. Who was she? She seemed like a nice and gentle wolf. The ebony gal wouldn't mind another encounter with her...and what about her repayment? Surely she wouldn't forget that (even if the healer did not desire a reward). But for now, she would exercise her long limbs as she proudly took long strides across each stone, paying no attention to the world surrounding her.
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