Ice storms had been wreaking havoc on the territories to the south of them. In the trees of Taviora the ice had started to cling to the branches and gather itself into long horizontal sheets in the wind. Occasionally one would crack and fall, shattering on the frozen ground. She watched with bright green eyes, wishing she could see Aranck’s head crushed under the falling chunks of ice. Unfortunately, the Alpha had yet to step from the relative safety of Iromar. Soon, something would happen and she would be there.

Still determined, she kept up a rigorous agenda. Even through the ice storms, wind, and weather, she trekked through the common lands, picking out paths that easily allowed her tiny body to all but skate over the ice. She made sure to roll in every space she could, muddling her scent with the world around her and the scent of other wolves. Creating a world of confusion was not only time consuming, but she had to admit it was a little fun, too! Slowly she was starting to learn the different lands, and learn them to her advantage. A task she had not taken in her puppyhood, scared of being lost to the world as she had been at birth. Now, it seemed as though that was her goal. Creeping from the border of Glorall, where she had rolled in a den filled with mint leaves, she skirted around Diveen to pad easily over the frozen surface the fields had become. Always alert for opportunities she stilled when she saw a large mass of auburn break once through the (to her) solid surface. She immediately recognized the wolf. Her smirk was instant, lighting up her eyes

Tail high and swaying through the air, the small wolfess scrambled forward, sliding right past Maverick just as he face planted into the deep trenches. Laughter rolled from her as her paws scratched at the ice to turn herself around. Still giggling, she parroted his profanity with the expertise of a warrior just out of training. Don’t blame the snow! You are just too big! The young woman sat resolutely beside the wolf she idolized, not bothering to offer to help since it would take away her entertainment and chance to learn more interesting phrases. Her smile was huge and happy when she looked at him, her tail pounding against the ground. Her scent was muddled and confused with herbs and travel, her face and body mildly marred by the fight she had gotten into with Aranck, and she was swiftly growing out of her puppy figure into that of a full adult. Years of training and life under the watchful eyes of Maverick and the training of Aithne honed her body to that of a strong, if small, warrior made of muscle. Still, when she grinned up at him she was the little flea whose deepest desire was to chase his bushy tail.