Flicka had not been paying attention like mother had told her to do if she ever wandered from the den. Springing up into the air she let out a tiny squeak before turning around as quickly as possible to face her possible attacker. Fur standing on edge Flicka humphed as she saw a big wolf. Her fur flattened as friendly words left his maw. Her ears pricked when he called her pup. She didn't wanna be a pup she wanted to be big and pretty like mama. Shaking her fur back into place Flicka glared up at the boy.

"I am no pup. I am mature like Mama. My name is Flicka. Cute huh."

Flicka grinned stupidly up at the boy. No matter how hard she tried to be mature her puppish nature shined through. Skipping up to Nootau she smiled brightly.

"I'm gonna call you Tau, ok? I-I mean if that's ok with you."

Flicka still had trouble saying some things and his name was weird to her tongue. When she knew how to say it properly she would tell him, but practice was needed to make sure it was perfect. Wagging her tail Flicka, only about to Nootau's Chest sat infront of him and looked at him expectantly. Most of her siblings where disabled so Flicka didn't know a lot of games. So this wolf would just hafta make one up.