Fall was upon them, Ceal likes this season most of all, atleast of the ones she'd already seen. A bit of summer, fall and soon winter, though she'd come to like winter the most of all as the years went on, for the snow would hide her beauitful white coat better than any season giving her the best advantages then. Even with her pale pink stripe that went from nose tip to tail tip, she would hide, stalk and soon entrap prey the way the others did. As she walks along a small path towards a stream that was fed by a small waterfall she can't help but keep her eyes to the cool waters depths. She loved to hunt for feathers, for shiney rocks. She'd find a really shiney one today and bring it back for Momma and Daddy, they'd probably like something pretty for their den. Or maybe she'd give it to one of the mothers who would be with pups soon.

Ah, this was such a marvelous time of year. As she bats her paw into the waters to move the rocks about she hears to soft, low call of her mother and with ears priked she moves on tiny paws. She woudln't grow up to be very big, about 28 inches in height and 75 lbs soaking wet, probably the smallest of Moonies children, adopted or not. But size didn't stop her, as she fumbled her way across the territory, slipping and tumbling down small rock faces she'd land on her backend, or her back in general, a giggle would leave her lips as she lept up again and off she'd go.

When she saw Momma she slowed down and silently padded over to lay down next to Momma and roll over on her back, maybe she'd get a belly nibble, she loved those. Her pink eyes though flopped backwards as her head did and she saw the nanny goat standing near a stream. Oh! a hunt! she was still to young to do much of anything but she wanted to learn, dearly wanted to help those around her. She wouldn't be brute force but her small size would lend her to be very quick and agile. Able to dart in and out of danger at a moments notice, confuse the prey and then let the larger wolves take it down. Depending on size. She wanted to get her teeth into a bunny one of these days. She is silent as she waits for the others to arrive.

"talks like this"