Her mother was old, she knew that. As one of the only surviving pups in the litter, she was her mother's final pup. A thorough lick between the ears was her mother's gentle reminder to look her best.
"Always remember who you are and where you came from" was her mother's gentle words. A reminder to her that she was among the original heirs of the pack. She was to be a leader, a strong contender for the pack Alpha.
She shook her head, freeing her thoughts. She much prefered spending her time in the Medicine Den, learning how to search for herbs that could help her pack. At the Time Of Chosing, her choice was simple.
"I want to be the next medicine wolf!" She proclaimed confidently. She couldnt help but glance over to her mother.
The gray wolf had her muzzle flecked white with age, but her blue eyes shone with pride for her daughter. Alpha or medicine wolf didnt matter, both were necessary for leading the pack.
The pup raised her muzzle in the air to start the pack howl that night, no longer a pup, but a medicine wolf.