She'd been sitting at the edge of the little clearing her near white tail tapping a rhythm on to the ground behind her. Mismatched gaze looking through the trees in the direction she'd gone once before and crossed the border. Her mind wandered to what she could discover out there. She huffed. The last thing Avella wanted to do was get in trouble so soon after she'd already been caught. Her tawny head looked this way and that expecting one of her parents or addy to be around ready to catch her red pawed.


But she just had so much energy and wanted to know what waited for her in the place beyond the den. For a long moment she collapsed on the ground and then rolled on to her back looking up into the blue sky. She had to do something or she was going to go crazy from boredom. She rolled into her stomach and that was when it hit her. Without warning the Archer girl was up on all fours and racing around the clearing yipping as loud as she could.

The high pitched, playful yips of his sister had caught his attention, sending the boy rushing into her direction. It was towards the edges of their Pack's territory in a clearing. He wasn't far as he had been heading to the edges of the territory in hopes to join one of the scouts or guardians in border patrol. Instead he had found her.

Dashing into her direction, he barks out as he gives chase to the young female seemingly quicker then he. But he had a knacked for being able to keep going for a long time and he was sure she would be in his grasp sooner or later.

Well she couldn't say running around like she'd lost her mind was the same thing as going exploring but it was still good fun. Avella ran and ran this way and that and in circles all around the clearing. She wasn't ready to stop even when she heard the barks from his brother. She looked for his blond figure and wondered if he might join her.


The faded tawny pup didn't have to wait long as Ragnar came into view and began chasing her. The little Archer giggled loudly. “Do you think you can catch me Ra?" she called out to him as she tried to run faster. If he wanted a chase then a chase he would get.

"You'll ware out sooner or later!" He called out to his sister, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he pranced after her. The distance between them would lengthen with each twist and turn she gave but he kept an even pace, awaiting for her to tire herself out and then he could pounce for her. She had looked so much different now then he could remember earlier in their life. Her whole body was much lighter now, more so then he and Freyja's though her forward remained crested in tawny coloration. Focusing on her plush tail then, he playfully nipped at it until he thought it might catch her, giving a final heave forward to pounce on her backside and topple her to the ground.

Avella was having a blast and now that her brother had joined her it was even more fun. “You’ll have to keep up,” she taunted. The question was who would wear out faster him or her. Her giggles filled the air once more as she turned her head for only a moment to find her brother right behind her nipping at her tail.


She wanted to do something to throw him off but she was too late as she felt his body collide with her rear. It caused her to trip up and stumble until she was in the ground. She thought it all in good fun and now she was laughing. “You caught me Ra,” she stated between breaths. Avella was panting now as she laid on her side looking over at her brother. “What game do you want to play next? Or we could go splorin?”

Call it luck or maybe it was because Avella had been already running wild when he got to her in the clearing, but either way Ragnar was able to catch up to his sister and tackle her to the ground. Their bodies tangled around one another playfully and he mouthed at her wherever he could reach. All at once they were laying next to one another of their sides, panting off their run.

"Esplorin, duh!" He said with a laugh, reaching out a paw to place it over her cheek before scrambling to lift himself off the grass. "Maybe we could catch sometin? Bring it to our moms for uh gift. They'd like dat." He spoke, wagging his tail excitedly.

The little Archer girl wouldn't let the fact that her brother had caught her discourage her. Being caught was just as much fun as being chased when their body's became tangled and her brother proceeded to mouth her. She mouthed at his neck and shoulders in return.


Her little sides moved rapidly with her panting as they lay next to each other. Then her brother declared it splorin he wanted to do. She raised her paw at him as his own paw came over her cheek. “Let's go splorin then and find our momma's somehin nice,” because they would like that. She rose to her feet along side Ragnar, “Wha you wanna bring um?”

When his sister lifted up off the ground he began bounding forward, long and awkward legs carrying him through the forestry as his nose began to go to work, his golden ears swiveling over his head wildly. "There just so many smells. I dunno how the adults pick one out." He spoke with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders, bounding at his sister playfully. "Maybe a squarell. I don't like them. They annoyin." He said, remembering back to when his twin got knocked on the head by one of the acorns they had 'thrown' at her. Since then, those little furry creatures with the big tails had been on his hit-list. Now, how to catch one... You know, with them living up in the trees and all.

Avella was up joining her brother as he bounded off into the forest. She stumbled once as she bounded along beside him. Her nose in the air inhaling the scents that she hoped would lead them to a fun place. Ragnar brought up a good point about the scents. “How do they not want to follow all of them?” This was her problem, she wanted to see where they all went and what they all belonged to. Avella laughed along with her brother and nodded at his conclusion of squirrels. “We catch squarell then, they problem. Mom's like we take care of problem.” Maybe bringing back a gift for their moms would redeem her for getting in trouble for crossing the border.

"Mom says you got to concentrate." He spoke, using the word his mother used when trying to teach him about different things - smells, sights, remembering them... It was all a bit much, all the things to learn and to see but it excited Ragnar beyond explanation. He wanted to know it all. There was a whole world out there for the taking. And it started with squarells.

He kept padding forward, nose going to work and bounding through the brush until he found some of those irritating 'squarells'. Their chatter filled the trees, there fluffy tails twitching. Running up to the tree, he began barking. How were they supposed to get them down? "Oh, now whuddo we do??" He spoke with a huff.