At eight weeks, the girl was toddling about quite quickly. She was eager to explore the world, though her parents were always swift to pull her back to the realm of safety. Today, however, Treyah was far more lax than usual, though her pudgy puppy body was sprawled upon a patch of grass just outside of the den. The heat beat down from the sky, and with the humidity in the air, Treyah released a lazy yawn, feeling her eyes blink heavily as she was tempted to be lulled to sleep.


Still, her head remained lifted, and her tail would sweep through the grass blades behind her as her blue eyes cast upon a bright yellow butterfly. It swiveled through the air, causing Treyah's head to tilt slightly, and with a gentle yap, the girl lifted one paw in its direction, thumping to heavily upon the ground in an invite to play... though it simply continued to flutter through the air. With a languid effort, the toddler pulled herself up, taking a clumsy step forward as her nose aimed to touch at her new friend -- it evaded her, and a grin spread fully upon her muzzle. Taking this game as one of chase, the girl bent her tiny form down, wiggling her rump in the air as she made to gain some balance.. before she would launch herself and puppy jaws to slide through the air in an attempt to catch her friend.

The yip drew her attention swiftly – the tawny girl’s muzzle snapped in the direction of the other, and she perked notably when she realized it was another around her age. Lost upon her was the fact it was likely she had seen the girl prior at the pack meeting – instead, Treyah took to studying her dark fur, her own tail giving a wriggle of excitement as she took a step forward. Long forgotten was the butterfly who had deftly escaped her clumsy jaws, though, and with a cant of her muzzle at the girl’s question, Treyah’s eyes also brightened. “Yah! Wha’ game?”


She paused then, and before the other could even consider coming up with a prospect of entertainment for them both, Treyah slid her forepaws down closer to the ground in a partial play bow. “Who you?” It mattered little, really, but the girl was recently fascinated by her other pack mates – watching them rove about Oak Tree Bend was something she enjoyed from the safety of her den – and on days like today, where she was able to sneak out of Naira’s view – she considered this a great feat, though in truth, was only just outside of their den. Treyah had a lot to learn about stirring some mischief and trouble.

“Trey-aaah,” she offered, unable to keep from drawling the name on her puppy tongue. Of course, she had assumed the other girl would have known this – didn’t everyone know her? But she did not dwell on it – for the prospect of a game was far more intriguing and any shadow of doubt that etched in to her mind at what she knew about the world was quickly diminished as Marina recommended one of Treyah’s favorite things: chase and play.


“Yeah!” She toddled further out of the den, her tiny nose picking up as she had seen her parents do often enough – but the scents that came to her were undiscernible in her youthful age, and all she could note was that the ebony pup before her smelled like home. “Chase the buh-fly,” she coaxed, before skipping past her companion and initiating the game without further question. The butterfly continued its evasive dance – seemingly aware that two curious cubs were now ploughing after it with their best efforts set forward – and Treyah elicited a tiny bark, unable to contain her excitement much longer as her tiny paws propelled her forward. Her little nose bumped upward, hoping to reach forward and nudge her prey, but she was far off from her target – and far too clumsy.

With the very basics of what would be puppy etiquette and pleasantries aside, her newfound companion was quick to reveal her enthusiasm for play – her own dark form loping after Treyah. The girls zoomed probably more haphazardly than the butterfly, none gaining ground enough to catch the likely panicked little creature. What might have been tolerance displayed by the butterfly seemed to have waned, and the colorful critter started shooting further up – and in turn, much farther from reach.


Treyah, perplexed even as Marina’s gentle whine stirred her ears to cup forward, rocked back now, a frown storming upon her features. Pushing back to her hind legs, the girl was all but tenacious as she tried to rear up to, stretching her tiny snout upward as if she could even possibly graze the butterfly with her nose. Forepaws tilting up, Treyah’s ambitious struggle lasted only a few stolen seconds before the weight of gravity would pull her front back down, and with a soft whining whuff, the girl caught herself clumsily, her ears now pressed back in distress that their toy was entirely vanishing before their eyes. “No fair,” she grumped, calling out to the butterfly as it twirled away.