Sex: FemaleShe was starting to forget...were their eyes green like hers? They had white fur...but what else was there to know? Her father never spoke, but the memory of her mother's voice was replaced by the sound of @Clover 's. The woman the other pups turned to when they were seeking comfort. When she tried to remember her mom, she was starting to see Clover's face instead. Maybe...maybe they were similar? Her father was unlike the other wolves here. They spoke often, but he never spoke. Pan, well, she assumed Pan looked just like her. She could recall them playing more clearly than anything else from her mountain life. She missed Pan most of all.
The sky was cloudy today, the absence of falling snow a welcomed sight to the young girl. Her bright circle shone through the scattered clouds. Green eyes peered up and around until they landed on the distant mountaintops. The girl whimpered softly, oh how she missed her home. Playing around the woods with @Pan and watching the world pass her by at the river. Home. She hoped to see it again someday when she was bigger and the climb didn't seem so unattainable. She wondered if her parents were still there and if they'd forgotten about her by now. Maybe Pan had forgotten her, too. Perhaps she was too small and too quiet to be significant enough to the constantly moving world that surrounded her. Then again, she was beginning to forget them too. Perhaps that was the thievery of time.
Dark eyes shut, ears pressed forward as her front paws spread out against the snow to feel it between her toes. She inhaled the fresh scents that surrounded her listened for the spare birds left and felt the soft vibrations of life around her. Life was a soothing song, a timeless one that moved along with or without the presence of a single being. Death was not something Sonnet fully understood, nor appreciated, but it lurked behind the footsteps of what she so loved. Her eyes opened, landing on a bunny as it cautiously hopped along. She watched it while gently smiling.
"Speak"