WELCOME TO SM

The child was nearing two months old already, and as such she had full command of her senses now. Her eyes were a bright blue, and would not change colors into what would be an amazing blue green color for about another month. For now, the child tottled after a butterfly, who's wings were a bright and attractive yellow. However, in the process of chasing the beautiful insect, she had wandered off from Mother's den. Mother had been asleep and now, Janelle was having her fun. She didn't understand that her running after the butterfly would give her mother a perpetual heart attack. Giggling, Janelle jumped awkwardly towards the butterfly, who'd landed just a second ago. The small female was hidden by the long grasses of the meadow, though every so often she'd run through a patch of short grass and be visible. The white pup did not realize that she was lost. She was just having fun.

Sollace had searched high and low. This day Janelle had proved quite the trouble maker! "Janelle!" She called with a low barely audible voice. She did not want to attract the attention of any unwanted visitors, especially any Outland pack members in hiding. She was in a weak state with two pups to protect let alone her own small self. She had quickly trotted out of the wood into the open view of the meadows where her daughters scent was fresh. "You!" Sollace could barely see but a white blur dash through the grasses.

Although she was quite a rowdy pup Sollace didnt have the heart to disipline her child. Seeing her child's smile and hearing her laughter she couldnt help but engage in the activity, pouncing into the air she landed close to Janelle, rolling onto her pack she managed to slip a lick to her pups face. "You really shouldn't run away you know." She scolded mildly. Standing up she shook off the grassy debris and took a quick look about the meadows. All seemed quiet, as usual. Perhaps there where no more outlanders left.

Sollace looked out further, seeing birds fly into the sky. That would be them soon, they would have to leave WINGS. They would have to escape before it was too late. She had only been so hesitant from the uncertainty of her options. If only Anubyss had been here. She could go to Crimson Valley, seek forgiveness and try her hardest to get them to allow outside pups into the pack. Silver Mountain was another option, but she did not know anything of the pack. There was always hiding out in the small unclaimed lands, but she was scared that WINGS would hunt her down and possibly kill them. With all this at hand, she felt as if the world was closing in on her. There wasn't much she could do any option was a huge risk.

Her tiny, black puff-ball of a self ploughed dutifully after mother, though not nearly as swiftly. Though the litter had been small, Shayar had no doubt been the runt of the two sisters, but she was growing, at least in size. Less adventurous than Janelle, she always stayed close to mother's side if it was at all possible, and always remained in the den when she was told.
Today though, she was feeling a little jealous. She'd watched her sister chase the pretty flying thing out of the immediate den area, aching to join in, but also too frightened to go anywhere without, at least, mother's consent. She was determined to better herself by proving she could keep up, which she almost did, but her short legs couldn't match Sollace's longer strides. Nevertheless, she wasn't far behind when she nearly tripped into the meadow with a small 'oof' of effort. No doubt the journey back would feel a lot longer.
From where she sat, only her eyes and ears were visible above the tickly grass, which was picking on her poor, sensitive nose. A flurry of sneezes nearly knocked her over until she finally found a spot where the grass didn't reach high enough and she could quiet again.
Shayar was more a ponderer than a player, like Janelle. She could spend hours staring at a rock, imagining all the things she could do with it, the things it might think (rocks were alive, of course), things other, bigger wolves might do with it... anything and everything. But she'd never venture out and do those things... or at least, not very often. In many ways, she was an old mind residing in a young body, though it would be years from now that she'd realize it.
Today, something was bothering her. She didn't know what it was; there were no words to describe it, or none that she'd learned yet. Her vocabulary was frustratingly limited. It almost felt like pain, but it wasn't very intense. A dull ache in her heart, like something was missing. But what could be missing? She had mother and Janelle, and mother never failed to provide for them... so what was it that was missing?
A deep frown creased the small cub's brow, like she was glaring at an unoffending patch of grass at her feet.
Maybe momma will know, she thought, tail wagging enthusiastically at the idea.