The small girl had met different members of the Taviora pack, but this was the first time she had met someone who lived outside of her tree-filled world and it was so very exciting for the pup. Add in the fact that she was an imposing, beautiful she-wolf and a close relative, well it was all just about too much for her small body to handle. Even as she approaches Celeste shifts in ways Astraea couldn’t even comprehend that seems to make her luscious figure even more so. Her face breaks into a smile as her aunt replies to her observation, though a touch conceited it is a bit above the girls head at this time to pick up on such things, she’s just excited to have made her aunt smile.

Excitement had a tendency to take over the young girl’s body, whether it be the excited wagging of her tail or how her paws danced and her tongue flicked out over her dark muzzle she simply couldn’t contain the joy. At her confirmation that she was, in fact her aunt she dances forward slightly on small, white covered paws. Her star-dusted nose lowers to the flowers she had brought along, nudging them forward to Celeste’s feet. “Yes! I just picked them for you! I carried them the whole way by myself,” she said, trying to tuck her head into her chest as Celeste had in a proud manner at what she thought was quite a feat.

At her aunt’s next words she stilled somewhat, brow crinkling over her eyes split of gold and violet and concentrating on her words. She hadn’t known until now that there was a proper way to wag her tail, but at this moment she wanted nothing more than to impress her aunt and prove that she too could do it correctly. She watches with rapture as Celeste demonstrates what to do, her white tail flowing like a brilliant banner in the breeze. “Like this?” she says as her entire body stills, concentrating so hard that her pink tongue peeks out the side of her muzzle. Finally she manages to get her slender tail, that is much less striking that Celeste’s, to give a few wags without her rump moving. As soon as she succeeds however, looking back to her aunt for approval, she is so excited that her entire back end takes up the movement once more. She folds her large ears back in apology even as she seeks to regain control of the offending appendage.

It was then her monochrome sister appears from the shrubs and it is all forgotten, her tail thrumming as she presses into her shy sisters side for confidence. “This is our aunt Celeste, Asa!” she chirps even as more of their family literally emerges from the woodwork. “Daddy!” she cries, her entire body giving into her excited urges as she rushes to him even as Vort runs to Celeste. She stands on her back paws before Zaphkiel, placing her small white paws on his dark chest and licking at the bottom of his chin. She adored her father and even though she had seen him just moments ago she greeted him as if he had been gone for days.

She turns about just as Vortigern is about to act similarly with Celeste, albeit with much dirtier paws. “Vort, no!” she cried in dismay racing over to dislodge him. Even though they had just met their aunt Astraea could tell she probably wasn’t one to enjoy getting dirt on that pristine white coat of hers, no doubt keeping such a coat clean was no easy task. If he didn’t move she would tackle him, sending them both rolling into the dirt with a fit of giggles rolling from her muzzle.