I take note of his figure, and how he is smaller than me. Every spring, new small ones were born into the pack. Isola had more small puppies this year. I am told I was as small as they were when I was brought into the world, but it is hardly something I am capable of remembering. Yes, this boy is smaller, younger but I think this is a good thing. Adults can be wrapped up in others things, but the younger ones like to play like I do. I am larger than him, for now. I know to be careful with my body though, and I know if he plays with me I will not be hurting him due to my size.

I observe him with my ice blue eyes. He is dark in color, and I would have never guessed he was a cousin of my dear Achilles. They look so different, but I take to the darkness of his pelt well. It is hard to take in the color of his eyes from this distance, but it matters not when he seems to react to my initiation of play. I was hoping that he would be the kind to want play, and not to attack or be aggressive. I keep my tail in the air, wagging happily as he falls into his own bow of play. A genuine gesture of friendliness. He then speaks to me, his voice carrying in a yip over the soft ripples of water that surround us. I mimic him as he swats his paw at the ground, my own creamy color patting the wet surface below.

I yip once more, a kind and gentle smile gracing my cream face, marked with white and brown, a gift from my father. I watch as he begins to move, much energy in his limbs as he moves around the shore to come my way. I twist my head around as he does, lifting my body up as I begin to race my way towards him. My paws lift up playfully, a run most puppy like. A run not full of worry or stress. A run of pure fun.

As we get closer together, I stop before we meet. I once again fall into a bow of play, but this time my yip is bit more gruff. I hold my body, tense and still, as I wait for him to either reach me or stop to mimic me. I take this moment to take in his features even more with my icy eyes. I can see now, the color of his eyes. They are like the sunset, like the voice of my mother. This makes me happy.

If he gets in nipping range, I will let my cream colored muzzle gentle nip at any part of him that is in range, though I hope that he does not take offense to such an action. I am still young myself, a pup, and I am driven by puppy instincts to nips and tackle. I haven't played a lot in the past few days, not with someone else. I have been exploring, wandering Diveen until I finally worked up the courage to leave and see more of the world. I think there is something else to look forward to with exploring...I think this will be, making new friends. At least, I hope that me and this pup can be friends. I do not see why not.