You do not always need words to communicate, it only takes the rise or fall and occasional wag of a tail, the swiveling pricking or flattening of the ears, the brightening or dimming of the eyes. Crimson eye is locked on the strange woman, wondering where she has come from and where she may go once she is done with me, if she belongs to a pack, maybe I could come and see. I have much to see since I am one so young, a rebel princess all alone in a strange world, chasing after fantasies and dreams, testing the world that adults prepare their young for. It is all there to test if I will survive, to live to tell my tale, and pass along what I will learn in years to come. The eye that is so light as to almost appear white is also focused on the strange woman, wondering what game she will play with me. Hopefully it is not a hiding game as my midnight black coat will never blend in all this snow, no it contrasts too much even if I tried to burrow and hide beneath snow itself, a game of chase would be one that makes much more sense, though there is so much of it that it would tire us more than if it were any other season, it would be more of a challenge than a game. I am becoming excited from all my thinking, my ears perked up at her bark, tail waving as I roll over onto my belly, expectant as a young pup playing bone tug. As she moves to her paws I lift myself to mine, lowering myself in a play bow moments after she had.

She was indeed initiating a game, and I can only hope that it is the game of chasing. It seems that my wishing has been granted, because I can see her muscles coiling beneath her own pelt. It seems that I have indeed gotten an older wolfess to play with me, the older erupting into an impressive sprint, and I accelerate as well as I can after her, my heart pumping within my chest in delight and excitement.

My jaws are parted as my paws seem to fly over the snow, reaching and reaching to bring me closer and closer, because I want to show that I too can be good at this, and I can get better as I age, my striking eyes set upon the older female as I race as fast as I can manage, without slipping up or falling. I can do as good as you need me to be.