A year and a half, she had decided she was old enough to really start to venture out of Iromar without fear of getting lost or getting in trouble for wandering away. In the past she had sneaked out on and off, the thrill of breaking the rules made the adventure even more exciting. Even better when she was able to bring Big Wolf a prize to show she was old enough, good enough. Anything to make Big Wolf proud. She padded along the shores of the river, out of the moors and into the common lands. Her big ears were perked and alert. Everywhere she looked she was curious. Colors of the trees were changing differently than they did in her home. The smells of the world around her was different. Not muted by the mists. She had seen it before through the eyes of a puppy. Slowly, she was starting to grow up. The world was taking on a different kind of look. Her teeth had changed from puppy teeth to growing fangs. The whites glinted from her smile as she trotted. Her tail wagged high above her head and her paws squelched in the mud. She ventured only so far until she got bored. Pausing, she got an idea.

Up until then she had been poking and prodding around to hunt small game such as frogs and rats. Holding her head high, she came to the conclusion she was going to try to hunt something bigger! A rabbit! With a yip of excitement she put her nose to the ground and started her hunt. Each movement in the grass she bolted after. Usually it was the wind. Occasionally it was a rabbit, or a bird that took flight the moment she started in that direction. Her skills in hunting were not as low as some would think. However, it was clear as she tried to fly after birds, snapping her jaws, she was not so skilled at hunting anything other than frogs.