It is my eyes, my eyes of a tan gold, that are oh so bold, that saw the falling of the white that glitters upon the land. It was large in amount and there was absolutely no doubt, of my awe in the power of nature around. This avalanche is exactly the reason why I bound, towards the area where it all came down. I am the Butterfly, and on invisible wings I am carried with such ease, each jump through the snow, landing on my toes, only the jump again in my own quickness. I am a wolf in the world, so black like the wings of a raven in the sky. I know that I am a shadow on the snow, and that I am bold and not shy.

My legs so strong, and growing with each day, bring to a gathering of pups. I come and my ears perk as they listen, and I look upon the pile of snow as it begins to glisten. My attention to the Ceal is only slim, as I am like my mother, whose mind will leave on a whim. I stand feet away, but my eyes are taken directly to the snow. Why is it we linger, and that we go so slow? I am a woman of action, my body strong and able.

I turn my eyes back to Ceal, and I blink at her in silence, for I am not one to sit and talk, when there is action to take. We have work to do, to remove the snow flakes. My form of darkness touched with silver, lopes over to the snow build up, and I will be the first pup, to touch the large pile and start to dig. My blackened paws come in contact with the white, and I push it away, for this is sorta like play. I figured there was also nothing to really say, words are needed when they are, and action is more suitable for getting far. I realize not that, it may displease, to begin to dig without consent during this freeze, but I do not understand the authority that the other pups may have. I believe we are all equals, individuals, and I believe we are all free, to breathe and to be. Maybe that is my more wild side, and I will never really fit in, even if I tried.