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Adelle was growing quickly. Already she was larger than most full grown coyotes, and as large as a small wolf. Yet to reach her full height, Adelle's body had grown way beyond her. She was constantly hungry, always eating as the growth shot around her. The thick fur disguised how thin she had grown, unable to keep any fat on as she continued to stretch, muscles lining underneath. Everyday the pup was running around, fighting and playing and exploring. It wouldn't be long before she would be old enough to shift, and the thought filled her with excitement.
There was one very important thing that needed to happen first though. Adelle wanted to be a warrior, and while she might not be able to fight on two legs like Grandpa just yet, she could fight on four. In the courtyard Adelle viciously attacked a pile of precariously stacked items. The emptied supplies, yet to be sorted through for storage, had become an opponent worthy of respect, items occasionally hurtling down to strike her. Growling Adelle threw herself into it, managing to knock it down before bouncing out of the way of the falling stuff, barking with triumph.