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Uncle Aranck had explained to he red wolf mix that today they would be helping to plant a garden of sorts for the tribe, one like they had back hoe in the Great Tribe. Although the pup did not remember anything about the old tribe the fact that she was still filled with excitement of becoming more like the old tribe. Jiya was started to grow, though it seemed she would forever be a thin and lanky girl due to her lack of nutrition early on in her life. She was still very small, even for a four-month-old pup. Around her age it was time for her to start eating meat but she had yet to experience the sensation, though it would certainly help the sickly looking girl bulk up.
The summer weather was particularly hot for the little one and she wondered if the sun would heat up the earth so much for the rest of her life. She had heard rumors that there were times of cold and white stuff falling from the sky but she thought that perhaps that had happened very long ago, when Uncle was her age maybe. Her Uncle had left ahead of her and the small wolf padded along slowly, following his scent to the gathering.
Upon arriving she immediately took notice that the odd looking man that Ulilohi had announced as a leader was speaking. Not paying him much mind as he stuttered orders she made her way to side quietly beside her Uncle. Silently her now bright emerald eyes scanned the tiny gathering and quickly landed on two strange figures in the arms of a white woman. They were very small indeed, and fluffy. Ignoring them for the time being her grey masked face turned upwards towards her guardians face “Uncle Ara’k,” Her soft voice started, “can I help?”