The young Stark's eyes were wide with surprise at her current discovery. While widened, anyone who was intimately close with the mini-Lach would notice that the blues in her eyes were beginning to turn towards a greener shade. Otherwise, it was still hardly noticeable. There was no indication to her unless anyone said so, but the same sparkle of wonder lay there with everything she discovered. And today, she had discovered that all of the foliage had.. flattened? She was more familiar with her surroundings outside the den now that the Hearthwood cubs were being given more freedom, but she definitely knew that they did not normally look like this! All the leaves and usual shapes of the plants had been seemingly squashed by something or someone.. What a curious mystery..

Atropos moved forward towards the changed scenery carefully, finding it strange that she could walk on plants that had previously framed the borders of her boundaries. The landscape was so different looking! She could see so much further without the brush obstructing her short-framed views. But what could have done this?? A giant animal?? She sniffed curiously at the ground before continuing over top the grasses overcautiously, testing each uncertain step before letting her weight drop.

A startling, yet familiar, low voice spoke to her unexpectedly, and the young Stark turned quickly towards its source. The one-eyed male was a common sight among the pups, and her tail wagged immediately upon his identification. Her cautious venture momentarily forgotten, Atropos bound to Kjors clumsily over the uneven foliage, jumping up to lick his chin and muzzle a number of times before returning herself back to the spindrift-affected ground. While he was not as affectionate as her salt-and-peppered mother, or even her father, he was still a welcome sight to the lone pup. A playmate, nonetheless!

The large wolf asked her something about the rain, and a giant light bulb went off in her head. That's what had woken her from her original slumber! The three month old had been sleeping earlier that day when the thunderous sound had pried her eyes open. While it was not an unfamiliar sound, she had certainly never heard it as loud as it had been at that moment. It had stopped though, and she had gotten back to sleeping before finally coming outside for investigation. How amazing that Kjors knew such things! "I-it was rrrrr-rrrr-rain??" She asked incredulously, forcing her voice through the sentence, despite her annoyance at the difficulty of words on her tongue. Her eyes sparkled up at Kjors, the keeper of amazing knowledge. Her tail wagged eagerly at learning about nature as she turned back to the flattened grasses. "When grass stop bein' ssss-so s-s-sad?" She asked him sadly. Did the grass not like the loud sound of the rain? She could understand, of course, it was really loud, and the grass didn't have a big safe den to stay inside.

Atropos listened diligently, gazing forever upwards at her dark guardian. Rain and wind and thunder. The Stark did her best to memorize the words so she could remember them forever. She couldn't wait to tell Kyrios and Bennet about her discoveries. Kjors moved closer to the cub, and as he sat down, she situated herself next to him, mimicking his posture. She looked at the grass curiously with a new perspective now. Then her gaze shot up at the dark male with a gasp, and back at the grass, trying to superimpose what it would look like with creatures roaring like thunder at it. "Dragons?" What a wonder! Dragons could scare grass too! Wow, that would be the coolest thing to see! The wink was lost on the cub, blind to all things subliminal - though she was samely blind to the fact that he only had one eye as well. It never really occurred to her that there might be a different way for Kjors to look.

When she felt the nudge between her ears, she flicked them multiple times as wagged her tail. She was so busy focusing on the new information that affection was placed on the back burner. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, thinking about hopes and possibilities and wonderings of nature. She didn't know the answer to his philosophical question, but she did have more questions about dragons. "Do d-dragons reach for light too? When will I s-s-s-see a dragon?" She asked, her voice alit with wonder. She had to know it all, and she would someday.

The nibble at her scruff caused a wiggle and a giggle, as Atropos tried to twist and bat playfully at Kjors' ankle with her over-sized paws. She delighted in playtime alone, with the flowers of the forest, but even she couldn't deny that the occasional friend who could play back beyond flittering in the breeze with simply delightful. With no strength at all, a weak little giggle on her lips, she nibbled at his paw. Success!

She pouted, tilted her head ever so slightly. Perhaps certain things were lost on a pup so young. The light he spoke of may hint to something beyond the warmth of the orange sun, or the little white blip of the moon--so her childish naivety slipped out ever so easily; "Buh-but the light is sss-so far ah-away!" She wondered with awe if a dragon could pluck the sun from the sky. How big could dragons get? How high could they reach? Were they all like Kjors? Or were they all different? "Hu-hu-how are you g-gonna rrrr-rr-reach it?"

She beamed at his comments, a row of tiny white teeth flashed in a silly grin. She would be something cool ... something good! But maybe not a dragon ... no, she wasn't sure if she deserved to be something so awesome. "I duh-don't wuh-wuh-wanna be a duh-dragon. I wuh-wanna be sss-sss-smart. Like duh-daddy!" She nodded sagely for a moment, nosing the grass beneath her feet once more. The sad grass, flattened by rain and wind and thunder ... if Kjors knew about plants, would he know as much as Atropos' father? "Duh-duh-do drrr-rrragons like puh-pluh-plants?"