Small, yes, shockingly so compared to so many others that she had seen pass her mother's den. She stood by her mother and father's ankles, a skint seventeen pounds of woolen fur and rounded proportions. Of course, she had been so much smaller not so long ago, the explosion of growth throwing her a peculiar curve ball: walking, for starters, had been an interesting challenge posed to she and her brother. Of course, it came of no surprise when they mastered what must have (surely!) been an easy endeavor. Now, she had begun mastering the art form that was running and skirting from the den unnoticed by her sleeping carers. Nonetheless, she had begun to grow into something more... wolf-like, which she found rewarding in its own way. Her fur had begun to lighten to its adult gold, her eyes open now and darkening to something more akin to her father. How peculiar! Her brothers had started to lighten to the colour of her fur and yet he, his body, remained darker. One day, she would understand this but for now, she found it merely amusing. Each day was a test to see if they had changed in some small way.

Today, she had. Today, she had managed to creep from the watchfulness of her mother, taking advantage of her resting to snake from the tunnel. It had been easy enough; she had moved slowly, ensuring to avoid as many stones and foot falls as she could, remaining in such a way until she was at least some five feet from the den's mouth. Spring's abundance of grass, at least, muffled her escape as she began her tumbling run through the stretch of grass and blossoms. She had been eyeing off the further reaches of Spirane's lower fields for some time, having only been permitted to explore a small radius from the den for some time. Alone, though, there was little stopping her from seeing what was on the very edge - of course, she had already noticed the sudden incline that had been labeled a mountain. Perhaps today, she would be able to explore the strange rock tower that lead towards the skies. At least, that was her plan.

That same tumbling stride took some time, her small body needing take a break half way through her adventure as she panted: the disgruntlement was obvious. She shoulder checked, estimating the distance she had traveled and the distance ahead and concluding that yes, she could do it if she darted forward once more. She merely had to wait until her panting subsided and then she was off again, bursting through the green and white of the flowers until it began to give way to a rockier surface. She stopped immediately. The ground was rough, unusual and different even to her den. For now, she would take to observing it with furrowed brows and a tail arched up in agitation. What made this new land so different? Would she be able to utilize it to climb to the skies?