The sunny afternoon bled into evening and with it came the gentle rain clouds. The drizzle was warm though the sky had turned a darker gray with the onset of twilight. Vhagar pranced around Spirane with her tail high, a grin on her expressive face as she searched first low for Greywind then began to move high, towards the den with their parents. It had been an eventful day for Vhagar after having failed to catch the persnickety squirrel then playing a game of hunt and seek with Myrcella that she had, surprisingly, won. Part of her knew that it had taken way too long to find Myrcella but she ignored that part because, she inwardly argued, most prey didn’t try to cover it’s tracks.

Now she could go tell her sister the good news. Would Myrcella approach their parents tonight or tomorrow about their deal? She frowns slightly at the thought. Hopefully tonight, how else would she be able to keep this a secret? Could Greywind keep it a secret? Well, it didn’t matter, she resolves. She would tell her sister regardless because Vhagar loved her sister and would tell her everything. She was her best friend – quite frankly, her only friend, but that would change in time!

Vhagar swings her head back and forth to compensate for her bad right eye. She had been born blind it so it never had bothered yet – she had never learned what life was like with two eyes. During times when her mood seemed to get the better of her, she might use it as an excuse at failing to do good at something, but overall she had grown used to it. There was no changing what was unless she could find a magician.

Upon the knoll ahead she spies movement and her sister’s gray figure. With a bark to announce her arrival – and her excitement – she races forward. As she gets closer to Greywind her haphazard run turns into a prance, jolting her up and down like some dressage horse in a circle around her sister. Grinning wide she pants, ”Guess what, guess what, guess what sister!” Then she falls in an abrupt crouch, butt in the air.

”I went hunting today but I missed the squirrel and Myrcella found me and then I challenged her to a game of hunt and seek that I won and because I won she is going to speak to Mom and Dad about taking us and the other yearlings on a small hunt all by ourselves, but with her of course, what do you think?”

Her entire speech is said at a fast clip, running on and on without hardly a breath between and the last words are wheezed out of lungs that are almost empty before she sucks in a deep berath and pants happily.