Her head rested at a slight tilt, her expression benignly curious and all-around unassuming. She knew, even now, that she would never be direct or controlling, she would never be what most considered a leader; no, the girl was very much one to watch and observe, to follow at a distance with her dancer's body held low. Perhaps it was a position that not many would be comfortable with. Conquer, wasn't that a word that oft described the whims and desires of most? It was simply, however, not in her nature. Adonai was a girl of many fathers despite having none to call her own, her uncles, her grandfathers, even males of the pack more distantly related or not at all. The secrecy, she knew, would come up on itself one day. The girl wanted to know why the darkness hung so heavily over her mother, she wanted to know the meaning of the nightmares the plagued her brother. But she was also content in waiting.

The pup replied in Latin, and Adonai was pleased to know that her assumption was correct. She sat back on her haunches, tail curling delicately around her paws. "I suppose that's of good of a reason as any." The words were accompanied with a noncommittal shrug, although her blue eyes flashed with curiosity. How interesting. Had her mother taught her, already, to take what she wanted despite the consequences? The flower would die, its beauty would be lost if she removed it from the ground, and yet she still sought to keep it as hers. Perhaps pups did not understand such things to begin with. Adonai watched as the pup continued to tug and pull at the flower, turning her head slightly to avoid the flying dirt as the prize was finally won.

Adonai gave a smirk at the one-word question. "I understand. But now the flower will die, and it will no longer be pretty." She glanced towards the small mound of dirt where the girl had uprooted the flower, noting the severed roots scattered throughout the dirt. It would well and truly wilt and die, now. In truth she had learned quite a lot in her first year of life, things that she would assume everyone to know but... everyone must start somewhere. Perhaps the only innate knowledge a pup was born with was the knowledge of eating and sleeping. Not stupid, no- though she could see where the misunderstanding would come from- simply untrained. Inexperienced, untested. Her mother's way of raising had been different, but it had taught her how to learn and how to teach herself, things that would only benefit her in the end. Was this pup's mother teaching her the same things?

It was her lot in life, to wonder about the philosophies of her present situation. She could not judge her future, nor the wolves who inhabited it, as she had never experienced it and wouldn't for quite some time. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she brought her head down closer to the pup's level. "Adonai." She spoke, with a sharp jerk of her muzzle to her chest. "That is my name." Adonai did not ask the pup for hers. It was another small experiment, perhaps, to test to socialization of one so young... it was common courtesy to return a name and yet was that behavior learned, or innate?