Nataila had been walking around for what seemed like hours after she had eaten this morning, she was bored once again. Looking up at the sunshine peering through the tree leaves, and a breezes that shifted them making them dance. She caught a the scent of two older wolves, a male and a female not to far from here.<br/><br/>"Damn." She muttered, now normally pups her age don't use that language but she learned it a little earlier then most do. She went towards a different directions hoping they wouldn't catch her scent, because some wolves weren't that hospitable to passer-bys such as her. After a little more walking she saw a butterfly with large bright blue and black wings she gave chase to it as it fluttered away dodging her attacks playfully. It had led her to a field of pretty flowers.<br/><br/>Peering awe at the large assortment of flowers she played in laughing and giggling. She was content and happy that is until the  scent of the older  male wolf from earlier came bursting into the field from the tree line. She was surprised by the fact it was a white wolf this down south (she had only seen a pack of these once but that was much farther up north). Getting up she put herself in an defense position in case he tried something and she growled lowly as her fur bristled.