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For whomever. Meet and greet is fine would love to just have Memphis get some positive other wolf experience. Dated afternoon of 15th so Memphis is 10 weeks, cloudy and grey.

Memphis was growing up, no one could stop that fact no matter how hard they tried. The little mohawked girl could speak fairly well and although she would never be the brains of the bunch she could hunt and stalk and protect herself from the bugs that were dwindling with the colder weather. She was well on the fast track to being a normal wolf and that was all she could ask for. Part of growing up with venturing out on her own and Isabella had seemed okay with the idea of her going out on her own, as long as she stayed within Salsola's pack lands. That was fine, she doubted she could go that far anyway; tomorrow was another day.


She had set out in the late morning, the blue cross given to her by her birth mother tied snug around her neck so it wouldn't snag on anything. Little paws scampered in her newfound freedom, not shirking from the occasional crow caw or gust of wind. Big, bold, brave little Memphis could take on anything. There was the tendency to wonder what Isabella and Kaoru were doing while she was gone but the thought was shoved out of her mind by the sight of a ruin here and all the pack scents drifting like a fog around her. Would she ever meet all these creatures that called these lands home? They all could offer something to her life and with an absence of proper friends she had decided that adults would do for now to fill that gap.


It took time, which she had plenty of, to travel to the Chateau. After seeing it in the distance Memphis had known that she needed to explore it. Sitting down to rest in full view of the crumbling splendour she scratched an itch with her hind foot and smiled a puppyish grin before her tail thumped merrily on the ground. Green eyes spotted a root, partially exposed out of the ground and immediately her mind saw a creature trying to escape her. Letting out a slow, low growl she stalked towards her prey, muttering under her breath as she went. "I'm gunna get you, you thing, you can't 'scape Memphis Mathis." Dropping down to her front paws with rump in the air she wiggled once, twice and then jumped the root. Grasping it in her tiny white puppy teeth she let the growl escalate as she tugged here and there on the root. It didn't immediately budge but she was a stubborn little wolfdog and not swayed so easily. So she kept on pulling.


Images credited to Clarabellafairestock & gravity_grave.

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