Diantha was learning a lot of things about the world every time she ventured beyond the den entrance. She liked playing with her siblings and playing with mother, but sometimes she wanted to explore by herself, when it was quieter. Not that she didn't love her siblings, because of course she does. Sometimes they were just so loud.
The young pup made her way carefully from the den mouth, watching out for her mother but not feeling particularly rebellious for wandering off. It wasn't as though she would be going far.
There was a strange, grating noise from above. Di stopped and looked up, nose scrunching in puzzlement. She didn't particularly like that sound. It came again, and this time blue eyes focused on a strange white-and-black bird in the lower branches of one of the trees. It regarded her for a long moment before making the noise again. Di shrieked back at it, trying to mimic the noise the best she could.