COME TO TAKE A LOOK AT ME

You wouldn't know it looking at the fat fuzzy ball of wolf pup, but she had been abandoned, by a mother who feared the differentness of the little arctic wolf pup compaired to the rest of her litter mates. All of them were born purest of whites (as pure white as they get as pups) and would grow up to be perfect replicas of the Arctic wolf that had spawned their kind, poor baby Ceal though had been born different. Her body was the same pale white as those of her pack mates but with a few small exceptions that probably wheren't so different for this place. A pale rosey pink tone goes from the edge of her nose and slips between ears, shoulder blades and hips to land at the end of her tail. That same pink color is embeded in her eyes, darker around the edges but still a beautiful soft pink in color.

Today she's playing with Orba, the black raven that mommy Moonie has, he's become some what of a baby sitter for her when mommy Moonie is busy or needs a few moments to herself to deal with this that or another thing, anything really that does not include the need for a young pup around. Ceal and Orba fly across the landscape, Ceal's tiny legs causing her to tumble every once in a while while Orba flies straight and true ducking once in a while to check that Ceal's tumble did not cause her much harm. As they do their usual route around the den Ceal feels the midday sun push through her baby fuzz and warm the skin of her back, a lopsided smile spreads across her teethless gums as Orba holds a thin strip of hide dangling from his claws egging her on.

"ORBY!" she shouts with yips and barks of annoyance as the old raven takes flight once again just out of her little snapping jaws, it's a game the two play and though some times it can draw little Ceal to the end of her metaphorical leash she has not once attempted to bite the raven in anything more than a playful banter. With a lone caw Orba drops the hide on the ground before taking roost in a tree and looking down a Ceal with a playful gleam in his eyes. She and Orba can't communicate the same way that mommy Moonie and Orba can, but still it's as if the two have known each other for much longer than they really should have. Ceal grabs the bit of hide and starts to naw on it with teethless gums, little growls and yips as she tosses it up in the air and chases it around.

"talks like this"

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