It is summer and the shadowy figure moved as swiftly as she could with such a small stature. Indeed she was a small thing, insignificant to some, and yet she was destined for something great. One day she would become the next reason why Moladion would flee at her very sight. Large paw steps barely left impressions within the dirt below as she wandered far away from the lair in which the Provider and Protector dwelled with brother. Unable to make her brother come with her she deiced to sneak away, the tall grasses providing her small frame perfect ability to keep herself hidden from predators and those within the pack. She did not care where she was going only that she was attempting to see just what was all out there, beyond the lair and the serene river that ran by it, beyond the peaks of the hills that provided the perfect shield of the sun when it hid behind the hill just right. Her entire world was opening up and new wonders fascinated her with each step she took and with each greater distance was between her and her safe haven. As the wind continued to gently tousle the tall grass as some of the tall grasses swung back and forth due to her small frame moving between them.

Eventually she would complete her stroll by finding herself near the borders, although she had no idea it was such, and she just quietly stared at the wolves that were straight ahead. The tawny golden looking male smelled familiar. She had seen Galileo when the Provider was speaking to him what it was about she did not know nor did she care, but the Provider did not attack him. Which meant he was okay. Though she had no idea about the darker pelted wolf. Tilting her ebony skull downwards she glared at her front paws, bearing her teeth at them, warning them that she did not want them to disobey her.

Proudly she lifts her obsidian crown as she slinks closer towards the duo, attempting to move with such purpose, and yet they would see a young small wolf trying to walk with long strides...and failing. Seeing an opening between Galileo’s legs she would walk underneath the male, as those dark reptilian eyes laced with the touch of her Mother’s sapphire hue looked up at the female with a vehement gaze. She was curious, looking upon the dark hued wolf with much interest. Those engaging eyes not blinking, not once, just staring as that innocent angelic face tilts up slightly as she now walks underneath Galileo’s chest, bumping her head up to tap him. Placing herself between Malina and Galileo her head begins to turn to the side like a demented doll as her eerily smooth voice slips out her iniquity, eyes focusing on the object on the she-wolf that does not belong.

“You have one white ear...whhhhyyyy?”