There is much she does not notice, but there is much that she does. She may not be able to hear, but it means her brain is more tuned in on her other senses. Still, she was a pup, and had not honed in on what exactly is important to focus in on in life quite yet. Right now, her focus was strictly on the grass. It was obvious and harmless enough as she chewed on it. It had a bland and otherwise unintersting taste. It did not take long for her attention to stray.
The girl found herself rolling over on her back then. Her eyes stare for a moment at the blue sky above with the clouds fluffy above. Her eyes are large as she stares at it, completely silent and lacking any vocalization. She felt no need to vocalize. She knew that she could make a vibration like her family, but she didn’t quite understand the purpose of it yet, and thus at this moment was simply content.
That is until she sees a movement out of the corner of her eye. Perhaps a hearing pup would have turned their head and paid attention to Elohim much sooner...much, much sooner, as it takes quite a moment for her to turn her black and brown head towards the large black wolf that dragged something with him. She knew not to be scared, that perhaps she should feel a sort of fear, but so far her family was all wolves. She was unable to be told to be wary of strangers. She knew only that other wolves had been good in her life so far, even if she did not know this one.
Her ears do not move as others do. She moves her whole head, and her ears seem attached to one spot. She blinks as she sees him and the kill he drags. She knows not what it is, and moves to her feet. She stands as she sniffs. She walks closer as she does so, marching directly to Elohim’s front paws to sniff him, and then marching over to the kill he drags to smell it as well. Her nose wrinkles a bit on reaction, not knowing what it is quite yet. It seem familiar but she is not sure why.
Her tail begins to wag as she turns about to look at Elohim again, tongue now dangling from her mouth in her complete silence. Not a giggle, not a growl, not a peep. She confidently marches to follow him as he brings the weird thing to the den. She scurries between his front paws as he leaves it, and then she rubs her body along his right leg in a circle before coming to a stop below him, poking out from her front legs and chest with her eyes looking up at him. A sort of claiming, perhaps, finding this big wolf that was now hers. She found him first, after all, not her siblings! She claimed him for play. She then attempts to jump up to lick his muzzle- and completely failing due to how completely tiny and small she is.