She felt that they had exhausted pretty much all the nooks and crannies that the den had to offer but trips outside were scarce at this age. She felt rebellious at times and did toe that invisible line, feeling pulled by outside forces to see what the world had to offer but her sisters always found a way to warn her from the edge or someone found a parent to bring into the mix. It was quite frustrating but she couldn't hold a grudge against her siblings. They were too important to her. She tried to think of new games for them to play, ones that Itzel could be involved in, of course. They made up characters and romped around the den, hunting invisible bad guys and taking down the forces of evil. It was all well and fun but there had to be more to life than this. Citlalli was sure of it. At least she had her sisters to play with, though. Petra had the same sense of adventure that she did and pretty much went along with anything. Itzel was a little more hesitant but when she wasn't stuck in her own mind, she wanted to be involved too and that gave them more leeway with their imagination.

Even their mom and dad got involved in their play at times, taking the role of either a good guy alongside them or the infamous villian they had to slay. It was always fun when Dexter played the bad guy. He would give this evil chuckle and wink at them like it was all a big inside joke. Then when they "slayed" the bad guy, he would make all these agonizing noises and give them a big dramatic death. Then they got to celebrate on top of his "corpse" until their mom herded them away to give him breathing space. It was great having this big family but she sensed early that their dad couldn't always be around. It was like something else was always constantly pulling him away from them and Citlalli couldn't quite put her paw on it. He was always happy when he was with them but she sensed that there was also a part of him that was unhappy, like there was somewhere else he'd be if he could. She didn't want to voice her concerns because she wasn't even sure she was reading it right and she didn't want to cause trouble. For now, she could only wonder.

But today there was a distraction, which was different. A new wolf appeared at the entrance of the den, talking of celebration and inviting them to come somewhere. It had to be fun, right? She jumped up and down around her sister, looking at her mom.

"Oh, mom, can we go, can we go?"

She just had to say yes, right? And then their saving grace came in the form of their dad! He was ushering them outside, talking with Tuari before letting them know that they were going to this puppy celebration thing. Oh, that sounded like such fun! She bounced ahead, but quickly sensed that they were not alone. Another pup raced just ahead. She hadn't noticed him before. He wasn't talking and yet there was part of him that seemed...almost like Dexter. Citlalli paused, glancing from him to her dad and back again. There was a resemblence and the scents...there was something familiar about the boy's smell. She was confused but easily distracted when toys were presented before her. She gasped.

"Look, Petra, Itzel. Lovely shiny interesting toys!"

She had to let them know just in case they were on her heels. Surely they had to know about the toys! And then she raced into the circle, but her attention was once more diverted by the silent boy who leaped from toy to toy, clearly overwhelmed. She giggled and nudged at the closest sibling to her.

"Isn't he adorable? Look at him, unable to choose just one!"

It was clear that she understood his dilemma though as she looked around herself. What to do, where to go first? There were shiny rocks and striated rocks and spotted rocks and then the sticks, oh, the sticks! But the smell of fresh meat caught her attention and she raced over to the fawn, looking it over with hunger and awe. She glanced up at the nearest wolf.

"Excuse me, sir. Is this for us?"

She had been taught her manners and knew how to be polite. Her tail wagged eagerly as she licked her chops and stared at the fawn. She knew she wasn't starving or anything but just a bite of that leg should be enough. She was most just amazed that there was food involved in this celebration too. They had thought of everything!