A call would rise and a curious blue yearling would wonder what was about to happen. Calypsei had been off hunting, thinking about several different things simultaneously when Bass called the pack together. The cyan and navy blue girl would push, her legs gracefully flowing over the land in long and powerful strides. Calypsei’s eyes remained alert as she scoured over the lands with them. She had been faring well as she officially entered her teenage angsty years. Now that Winter was to end and Spring begin, she could officially call herself one year of age. She had no reason to be upset because this opened so many doors for her. She would arrive, giving a soft smile to Bass as the wheels in the back of her mind turned.