It's great that you have jumped in on this, the thread was looking a little lonely I will admit 
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The small patchwork girl was really enjoying herself, despite the dull and gloomy weather of the day. Robin had always had an active imagination, something which she may well have inherited from her mother, who was after all the pack storyteller; she found that it was easy to imagine that it was a warm and sunny day. She knew little of what was coming in the upcoming months, this seasonal change being completely new to her, she had been born in the late winter and had therefore only really explored the spring and summer seasons so far, this new season was rather enjoyable to the patchwork girl she had to confess, she liked the colour changes that were happening, although she was concerned that the birds were all leaving; though she had read some books on the subject of birds and had assured herself that they would be returning in the spring she still did not like the idea of them leaving. She wondered what happened after the leaves had all fallen, then the season of winter would come, she knew that it would have something called snow most likely and be cold, but she had never experienced it herself before, so far she had never really experienced cold or too much wet, she wondered what snow would be like, in the pictures it seemed fluffy, as she imagined clouds would be, but her father had said that it was crunchy and cold, she would just have to wait and see no doubt. All these thoughts ran through her mind as she cartwheeled here and there across the grass, she was giggling to herself, enjoying watching the land spin around as she cartwheeled here and there. She was enjoying this new form greatly, it was much better than when she had first started, when her legs didn't seem to work at all, now it much better. This thought was suddenly interrupted as something collided with her, the pair tumbled over, Robin being pinned beneath the weight of whoever it was.
Scarlett let out a whinny of worry and climbed to her feet, moving to canter to the pair and trample whoever it was that had attacked her wolven charge, luckily at this moment Liam spoke and Robin recognised his voice.
“No Scarlett! It's alright, he's a friend!” The little female called out, causing the mare to skid to a halt, she stood where she was, letting out low nickers of concern still, pawing at the ground as she watched the pair in their potential rough and tumble games. It seemed that the pale mare concluded that this was a similar situation as when the red male had come to visit Robin at the stables and had attacked her, she had quickly pinned him and chewed on his ear, it had been Linden, her brother, but of course the mare did not know this. With another snort she lay down again, clearly deciding that the male was no threat, but she kept a watchful eye on the pair, just in case. At the same time as this was happening, Robin tried to wrestle the larger male, she reached up, aiming to bite at his ear playfully as she did with her siblings when they tackled her.
"So you want to play then Liam?" The little female asked, her tail wagging as she tried to shove him so that she would have the upper hand in this wrestling game.
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