Since the party she had been going out more and more. As the weather changed she was taught that there were different seasons and this season thus far was cooler than the one called summer. It hadn’t been all bad, summer but apparently it had been cooler than normal. She enjoyed learning these weird things, and her mother was no longer listless as she had been when they were younger. She was a lot more lively her energy coming back allowing her time to play with them and teach them to hunt and climb trees like she had been doing. She was a lot more fun now, but as they grew more independent Petra began to wonder and think back on that party they had been at. She knew they had cousins there, she understood what those were now, but there were two other pups that had been around her dad that made her feel… weird. The boy looked a lot like her father in ways, or at the very least their grandfather, and Petra noticed how close her cousins looked to her sisters, well one of them at least, the other ones looked a bit different. To her though it was proof there was something there and she wanted to find out what.

So the girl made her way around the forest, while her goal was to drop in suddenly upon one of those other two pups, or shadow her father and see where he snuck off too, whatever happened first, she still took the time to smell the roses, slightly figuratively and literally, as she made her way around the pack. Her mother allowed them the freedom to venture further and further now that they were bigger, but they were to come home the moment the skies were no longer blue in color. That was the rule, else you got hunted down like a hare and carried just as roughly. Right now though she was following a certain trail. It had been a while since that party, but she was pretty sure this scent was a bit like her dad's… She didn’t think it was his, but it certainly was LIKE it at the very least.

Following the trail she soon heard a strange scratching noise. Head tilting the girl had no idea what would make such sounds. It sounded familiar, but not, she couldn’t put her paw on it, so as she snuck through the bushes best she could, poking her little black, grey and golden head from the brush she spotted that same brown pelted boy that had been chewing on the stick at the party. Yes! That was who she wanted!

Unable to stop herself she burst from the brush and barked at him, ”Hey you!” bouncing forward white snipped tail zipping through the air. She was pleased she had been able to track him! Must have run in the family, surely not the amazing teaching her parents had done with her, nope, all natural talent just brimming from her. SHe stopped as she saw what he was doing. It was like he was digging at the tree or just doing a really bad job at getting himself up it. It was impossible for starts, the branch was too high! He would never reach! Petra didn’t know climbing trees was well… weird. Especially for a wolf. Her mom did it all the time and now she was teaching them too! It was perfectly normal for the girl.

One of her golden brows quirked slightly as she looked at his handy work, putting aside for the moment why she was here in the first place. Both progeny of Dexter or not, Petra had her own thoughts on everything and she would get those answers, but she wanted this one first. ”Why are you so mad at that tree? You can’t get up it?” Obviously it was the more serious question of the two matters.