Sonya had woken up, along with most of the adults. She rolled onto her side before realizing that, whenever that she tried to do that, she always just kept rolling towards a wall. Or, in this case, her mother. She looked around her den. Orange. Huh. It was usually gray. Oh, and there was white too- oh yeah, she rolled into her mother. She rolled to the other side. Gray. As it should be.

She stood up on her paws, walking to the back of her mother and shaking her, so they'd wake up, and do...whatever they did. Hunt, right? Yeah. That's what it was. See, Sonya was incredibly innocent, like all young pups. Almost all of them. There were some. Sonya wasn't one of them, though.

Seeing as her mother woke up, she looked towards the entrance of the den. She was very jubilant, as the adults were gonna be up soon, right? Aren't they up early too? Yeah. So she could walk out. Okay, Sonya, stealth- she ran. She ran, all the way to- well, she didn't know. She looked at a rock. There were wolves on the rock. She kind of recognized the figures. They were part of her pack!

But she didn't go there, for she was actually only to the side of her den. Wow, what a failure. Huge failure. She couldn't run lots. Running wasn't her thing. Slow stealth was. Oh well. She looked about, and in her eyes, everything was absolutely beautiful. Though, her eyes were used to seeing fun stuff. Like almost all pups.

Sigh.