For @Sahalie -- Remember that one time I was slower than a can of soup? Yeah...
“Sahalie?”
The pup trotted across the open forest floor, glancing around for her older sister. There were plenty of wolves about – all sorts of different smells seemingly swirled across the gentle, late summer breeze. Curious and interested at the girl was, she simply had not the practice to follow one in particular, or honestly, sort out one from another. The only scent she could recognize without fail was that of her mother; okay, she could probably find Mako, too. Her brother was a stinky boy, after all.
The pup gave soft huff, ears flattening as she bumbled over to the main den and stuck her face instead. It was the middle of the day, and even Marina was not surprised that no one was inside. Still, Sahalie had promised to take her out and show her stuff (if the particular brand of stuff was specified, the young child had already forgotten in her excitement simply because she was getting to hang out with Hal). But how could they go see stuff if she couldn’t find the yearling to begin with?
Tracking back towards the center of the pack territory, the girl slowly came to a halt and lifted her head up. Barks (that sounded much more like puppy yips) echoed through the trees as she tried to summon her sister. “Sahaliiiiiiiiie?”