Anu wondered where this little bug came from. Had the pups been playing in her garden? Her plantings were delicate, but not so much that it would not withstand the paws of three little wolves, especially those as caring as Cambria was. The more fragile of flowers were hidden away beyond that heartier of plants where small paws could not reach. Anu had been many caterpillars there, as well as butterflies. The jar was interesting as well, how had the holes been poked through the top? These Marino-Sadira pups were something else.
“Well, everyone changes at their own pace.” Anu answered. It was a viable lesson for any creature, especially one that was growing herself. Things happened at different times for every different creature. Not every one matured at the same pace, some blossomed early while others took longer to grow. Others found all that they were looking for the first time they searched for it, while some learned from trial and error and needed to look and look to find what they were missing. Though Anu figured that Cambi needed to wait a little more then a week for the bug to become a butterfly she answered with a, “You will need to be patient.”. Anu softly warned the pup, waiting calmly was important in all aspects of life. Knowing that she would worry, Anu offered a, “It could take a week.” to keep her mind at ease.
If things just poofed into something very different Anu had yet to witness it. She smiled at the thought, sure that there was nothing that combusted and changed its very being. “Well,” The woman thought aloud, surprised at the pups question. “I guess its because we will never grow wings.”