She was extremely observant for such a young creature. Everything she needed to know could be seen and taught, not necessarily all the time, did she need to listen. She of white and red, with the glowing red eyes, hardly spoke at all and yet she could understand this she-wolf. Provider spoke all the time the words painful to listen to it, and yet, she understood. That clever young mind was learning numerous ways to speak and she chose not to use it all the time. Provider would speak in a different langue where the lounge needed to move rapidly, and this was a secret language only to be used when absolutely necessary. This language was fun and she was proud to know something that only few would understand. But she understood this was to be a secret...that must never be used unless absolutely necessary. It was fun knowing secrets. Though there were other secrets she knew that not many realize they were teaching her. Protector hardly used words. He used his eyes, his growls, and his teeth, and it was always understood. She liked him when he was quiet, she liked him when he was close. He was not one to play with, but sometimes during the day when she wanted to take a nap and he was within the dark and cool cave, she would curl against him, listening to his growls as they lulled her to sleep.

Today though she had gone off to wander a few ways from the den. Favorite was not around to humor her. Where he had gone off to she did not know. The wolf of red and white was somewhere with the Provider. Brother was somewhere sleeping somewhere there was shade, and Protector would hardly come out when the sun was out. So, the silvery and shadowy pup needed to entertain herself. Spending time near the banks of the stream that ran near the lair she had discovered numerous things. Such has beautiful pebbles that were stuck within the crystal blue waters. The funny feathery things will let out a rather loud exuberant sound if you pounce near them, and waddle away and swim within the waters. No one had taught her how to swim and so she did not know how to catch her feathery friend. But her attention on the duck was taken away by the sound of a rather large splash. Bounding through the reeds she peered through the tall grass and watched how the grey she-wolf with the half tail began to swim and catch...things that lived inside the water. Quietly she watched seeing that if this wolf could walk in the water....then perhaps she could too. As the grey wolf sat and lowered her head Nevermore made her move.

Silently massive black paws carried her charcoal and silvery frame over the mud along the river bank inching her way closer and closer to the objects that smelled on the ground. Puzzled she began to budge one of the dead fish, her paw slapping it back and forth seeming to take delight in this particular action. No doubt Nakato may have been interrupted by the sound of one of the dead fish being slapped with a paw and the high-pitched giggling that came from the small pup. Tilting her dial to the side in a demented manner, emerald eyes carrying her Mother’s sapphire hue looked up at the half-tailed she-wolf. Dark ears perked with interest as her soft voice slid out slowly.

“It’s deeeeeaaaadddd?”