Had Galileo ever noticed how unco-ordinated he was? It was strange, really, the way he lolled about and rolled. She remembered when she had been unsteady on her paws, tumbling and rolling about but eventually that behavior had faded away and yet her brother did not seem to develop the same way as she or even Legion. Of course, Legion had been developing on a totally different path, apparently proving to not only be taller but also broader as they grew, a trait that made her slick with envy at times. She had decided a long time ago that she had wanted to stand out from the others and with a towering, startling white brother... well, that made things significantly difficult.

Of course, she at least stood out for one reason, of that she was sure: she had become a common sight on the mountain side as she roamed up and down the rock shelves, inspecting all sorts of unusual locations and natural formations. She had begun to follow her mother's tracks, lurking about and absorbing what she could in regards to plants; she followed her father, too, eavesdropping when she could on the happenings of the packs though she knew, ultimately, little of them. So far, she had gathered that there closest neighbor was a pack named Taviora and Diveen was a large pack quite a distance away. Already, she had begun to plan her grand adventures to both, if not all. After all, learning subject only on the surface was an utter disgrace and she wished to completely immerse herself into each and every topic imaginable, be it plants or the appropriate way to stalk a hare.

Her morning had been spent alone, however, and she had decided to return promptly to her den in order to begin educating her brothers. After all, they must surely be interested in all that she had learned even if they did not know it yet. So, she bounced along the flats their den had been assigned, moving into the grass from the stone with her tail swaying behind her. She appeared absolutely chuffed for she was, a new collection of knowledge at her disposal as she sighed the den. Rather than Galileo, though, she was met with the sight of Legion, his fur a luminescent white in the afternoon sun. She frowned in inquisition as she came upon him, tilting her head to look down into the den's mouth in hunt for her other brother before meeting the unusual pink of her brother's eyes. Leucism had been what her mother and father had tried to explain, a rare thing that presented it as such.

"I am assuming Galileo is off somewhere rolling about or perhaps getting himself lost. You shall do, though, brother."

With that, she spun and planted herself directly beside him, trailing his line of vision until she saw the hawk that glided above, twisting and turning in the air.

"Is there a reason we are so intently watching this bird? There are many other things I can show you if you feel like staring today."