It's a Secret
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Dalgina was getting older, and bolder in her wanderings. No longer content to just simply explore around the house, she spent her time jumping through the snow and watching the prints she formed. Occasionally Dalgina looked behind her, giggling happily at the sight of her own prints. As a puppy they weren't proper pawprints, her body too short for that. Instead it was more of a dragging track as she plunged forward, tiny body battling against it. It seemed like a very long time indeed before she came up to a small frozen stream.


Arctic born Dalgina was not, but she still recognized the power of ice and [html]olnayni. Dalgina stopped at the edge, glancing behind her. There was her ingali, just on the horizon. Dalgina was a lot more careful keeping it in sight since she got lost and was rescued by an angel. The experience had been scary, but Eclipse had taken away all the fears, replacing it with delight as Dalgina showed off everything to her. Satisfied that she wasn't lost Dalgina stretched out, and licked the ice.


Cold! That was so cold! Dalgina scrambled backwards, falling down. That was surprising. Dalgina stood up again and wandered over to the stream again. She barked at it once before pawing at it. That wasn't so bad. Confident she'd conquered it Dalgina paraded along the edge, head held high.


Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii


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#2
Sarian had left her house in Trention in search for someone to play with. Everyone was out and about and Sarian was board. She had lost her ball and her teeth hurt. She didn't know of any of the pups in the pack or if there were even any at all. She trudged down the small slope behind her house and went down to a frozen stream. Her Mama had told her to stay away from water but lately Sarian had cared. She lay by the frozen stream and let her mind wander. She was deep in thought when she watched something come up to the stream.

A play mate! Sarian's tail wagged softly and watched as the new wolf licked at the ice. It was funny to watch her lick the ice and fall back. She watched as the other pawed at the ice before smiling and starting to leave. This was Sarian cue to jump over the small stream and tackle the other. She jumped on the other and laughed. "TAG YOUR IT!!!" Sarian yelled before starting to run off.


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