It was a glorious day all in all! She was young, she was free, and with the clear spring sky overhead and soft grasses beneath her paws nothing could keep her down. Thoughts of longing for quality time with her siblings still niggled at the edges of her consciousness, missing the simpler times of roughhousing and going on adventures with them, but the benefit of youth is the ability to forget their troubles if only for a time. Leaping and running with her prized branch in her strong jaws she did just that, submitting herself fully to the exhilaration of sprinting about and generally causing a ruckus. She didn’t give a second thought to talking to the strange, dark male whom she found sitting so stoically in the sunlight. Perhaps he too was alone and just needed some company on this splendid day!

She moved with a hint of grace despite her broad features, offset wholly by the her characteristically fox-like face which she inherited from her mother. It often left her looking a touch impish and with a smile painted brightly on her golden-masked face and bright blue eyes sparking it would be entirely believable. His reaction to her not-so-subtle approach, when she finally took a moment to even notice it, was very demur. He nodded at her in greeting, perhaps the barest of smiles on his lips but barely visible as he spoke. His words were even and to the point, obviously well thought out before they even left his mouth which were all things she is not. “Oh yes! I love the mountains, I’ve lived there my whole life. Our den is on the one of the highest paths.” Her chest puffed up slightly at these words, believing where her family’s home rested to be a bragging point, most things ended up being a competition to the young girl.

“Why don’t you live there? It’s the best place! I went to a sea-place once, Glor-somethingorother, but the smell stung my nose. Embla said ‘cause of the salt in the ocean, and she’s probably right, she usually is. Or thinks she is at least…” She rambled on, all of her pent up energy rushing out in her fast-paced words but even as she spoke her ice-blue gaze darted around to the fields sprawling around them, birds flitting by and the running river. She still looks at Iscariot on occasion, veritably bouncing on her toes as being still for too long simply was not an ability she possessed today. Glancing back to her branch still laying between them an idea sparked in her energetic mind.

But standing around and talking is for boring adults,” she sang, bouncing back a few steps as she let out a some ungainly high-pitched yips and landing hard on her front paws. Not that she was ignoble, she was just young! She bent down, her hind end high in the air with her tail waving and her large paws slapping the ground. Her slender head reached out to nudge the end of the stick, biting on the end closest to her and shaking before letting go and nudging it again. It was clear she wanted him to play with her, the question remained however if he would. Perhaps that is his issue with understanding the youths he encountered. They did not simply sit around and talk calmly, unless they were Embla of course. They didn’t think things through and offer well thought out responses, they simply felt and ran and played and enjoyed all the good fortune youth provided.