Laughing so damn hard, and no one knew why

She'd wandered a bit farther from home than she'd intended, but the cool weather drew her in. The possibility of seeing frost still lured her to the northern lands like a moth to a flame, and here the patchwork girl was. Her slightly oversized paws thunked against the terra with none of the ease she would soon possess. Toxic green eyes scanned the immense forest as she approached, awed by the enormous trees she was coming upon. Her tri coloured tail gave a happy wag, and a small smile was creeping up on her face. The strong scent of wolves all around stopped her before she got much closer, and the lass decided to admire from a distance. Her small rump dropped onto the ground, and she quickly settled in to watch things move about among the massive trees. Birds chirped and sang, a few deer wandered into view for a moment or two, and all these wonderful things kept on going regardless of her presence. Mismatched audits twitched and flickered as birdsong added a pleasant tune to the air, mixing nicely with the musk of the trees.

A small sigh would escape the contented girl's dark lips, and she would slowly lower herself into a reclining position, forepaws stretched out in front of her and tail curled about her side as she rested her delicate crown upon her forelimbs. Acidic orbs fell half lidded as she lazily watched the goings on of the forest from afar. It was lovely, and living within that pack, with such a wondrous place as a home, must have been magical. What wealth must that pack have to be able to hold down that territory? They must be powerful, and stealthy hunters. Forests were full of twigs, which snapped a lot underfoot and alerted prey to you. Letting another sigh shudder through her slim flanks, she slowly le her eyes flutter shut. She would enjoy the sounds and the smell for now, and go home when she'd had her fill.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten

Everyone was doing their own thing as usual, while Sarka had first checked on her flower in the morning before deciding to finally wander a little bit away from the den with the permission of her mother as long as she kept track and didn't wander out of the territory of the forest. Sarka was terrified of the outside world, so she often was wondering why she had even considered coming out here only a little bit away from the den. Of course her agreement with her mother had been non verbal. She had not spoken a word since her birth. Not yet at least. Her little white tail wiggled behind her as she suddenly stopped her fluff raising in fear once she saw the other pup bigger because Sarka was so young, and so small regardless of her age. Black with a few mis matched colors here and there Sarka was a bit startled and alarmed by her appearance. But too frozen in fear to do anything. Sarka started to look around to see if maybe Roman was around to help her or one of he brothers who she could cling to. Then she reminded herself she had come out here because she had wanted to be alone. Taking a step forward she stumbled making a flip and a thud landing her on her back right next to Acadia where she didn't want to be. Blue eyes would sweep over her before wiggling over to her paws and covering her head with her front paws. Trying to pretend if she didn't see the other, than maybe they wouldn't see her. ?I speak?

Laughing so damn hard, and no one knew why

Toxic green eyes flew open at the sound of a thump right next to her, and the girl's dark cranium whipped around to fix a bright green gaze on the stranger. A tiny little pup, probably barely out of the den. A kind, gentle smile crept onto her onyx features, and the patchwork pup flopped over onto her side so her dark belly was facing the tiny wolfess. "Hiya!" She yipped, tail thumping against the ground lightly. She gazed at the strange little one, who was cowering just beyond the girls own mismatched front paws. "You don't haveta be scared, I'm not gonna eat ya." She quietly assured the little one upon realizing there was no change in her demeanor. She brought her elbows up underneath her, and left her hind legs splayed out beside her, watching the scared little one. Her tiara would slowly fall to rest on her forepaws, and she watched the littler girl quietly then. If the little one wanted to talk, that was great, if she didn't, that was okay too. The dark pelted lass didn't mind much.

The small pup before her had interesting markings, her entire body was white, but her head was a slate blue colour. The insides of her ears were a ruddy brown, and her eyes must have been a lively colour too. However, the girl's oversized ivory paws covered them, and most of her face. Acidic orbs remained fixed gently on the trembling child beside her, waiting for some sort of reaction. "My name's Acadia, but everyone calls me Ace. What's yours?" Her soft melodies would inquire, as she kept herself in an utterly calm, relaxed state. As a very laid back femme herself, that wasn't exactly difficult. However, she had to keep her voice low or the little one would be afraid even more.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten

Sarka would only listen to the other through her little sanctuary she had made. Though after her second sentence, her little paws would pull away from her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes blinking against the contrast of her head to look wide eyed at Ace. EAT HER?! She let her lip quiver for a moment a small whimper leaving her throat. Just the thought of a evil adult wolf coming down on her. Teeth scratching against her skin and organs while she was still alive. And until there was nothing left of her, and no more of her to go back to her family. She shivered hiding her face again as she tucked her tail between her legs again. Though after a bit Ace would introduce herself, making Sarka who had been slightly crying look up again curiously. Sarka was asked a question, but her tongue tied itself in a debate of wanting to speak or not. Her voice would probably come out wrong anyway. Getting up to her paws, she would pull herself forward. The tiny runt pawing at Ace's discolored rust paw. Wondering why the other was so mismatched with colors. Sarka would continue to pat at it softly. This was the closest she came to playing most days. So many questions filled her head, but she still was unsure about her voice or speaking. She hadn't even heard it herself, only in her head. Which she was sure was a different story. ?I speak?

The shocked and terrified expression upon the babes face as her paws fell away told the dark coated lass that she'd gone in the wrong direction by mentioning the possibility of cannibalism to the smaller child. Pale paws returned to covering a dark face and a little white tail tucked itself away safely. A long, dainty muzzle nudged itself into the thick grass a little ways away from the hidden face of her smaller companion. "Don't be scared, I promise I won't. Cross my heart and hope to die." She crooned quietly, smiling at the obscured face and thumping her tri toned tail upon the terrain. The sound of quiet, muffled cries of fear made the girl back up again, put some distance between her and the much littler pup as a form of reassurance. She flopped down again, keeping her belly bared and her cheek to the soft grass, she laid a relaxed acid gaze upon the hidden away features of the little one. The pup slowly uncovered her face, looking somewhat troubled, even confused. Did she not know her name? Was she unable to speak? Slowly, the tiny child got to her feet, revealing herself to be a truly itty bitty wolf. The runt maybe? However, those big blue eyes were as endearing as anything. Ace herself was the biggest pup, however only in height. She was skinny as a rail, built like a bean pole and going to stay that way. The mainly alabaster youngster started swatting lightly at the oddly coloured, one-of-these-things-doesn't-belong-here paw of the taller girl, and a small grin came to settled upon the delicate features of the older girl. "It's weird, isn't it? I'm all sorts of colours." She mused, watching the smaller girl play about with her oddly coloured paw. "Speech"