Light rain shower, mid-afternoon, 71F
As long as it seemed to take Ari to grasp her first few words (names of her family members, the most beloved members of her pack), her vocabulary was expanding now at an exponential rate. Her littermates were subject to her almost constant babbling as she tried out new words or happily made new ones to describe things she otherwise could not label. Often she sought out Minka or Gent to try and strike up a conversation, and if not them, any other member of her pack would be fair game. It was with that in mind that she set out from her family den, not at all put out by the light rain draping across the packlands. With it being so warm lately, it almost seemed like a bit of a relief! But it seemed the other wolves didn't agree with her fierce adventurousness and ability to shrug off the damp weather. There was no one in sight, and her developing nose couldn't pick up any immediately familiar scents. Instead, she picked up the cold trail of a squirrel passing through some time ago – deciding this to be mighty interesting, the pup followed it eagerly, zigzagging across the territory until the trace zipped through a hollow log. Curious to see if the animal was still inside, Marianna promptly stuck her fuzzy head inside the rotted out knot in the top. Ears perked as she glanced around the dark, moist area, but, alas. The rodent was long gone. With a sigh, the child pulled her head back-- Pulled her head back-- Pulled her head back, and could not get free! With a loud yelp, she began to thrash wildly, terrified by the notion that she might be stuck for the rest of forever. "Help!" she whined, continuing to wiggle unhappily, "help!" |