I don't want to fall, so I will fly.
3-1-3 OC
Klutz

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The little ball of fur had been thriving, moving, and growing, and yet she rarely left the stomach of her parent. Staying close to the warm cream fur that enveloped her entirely, sometimes she was a stark resemblance of her Pa, kind of...Maybe not, but she liked to think she did.

Ottilie had decided, on a warm day, to slowly waddle her little butt out of the cave the family was nestled into, not even getting a few steps out when she fell over her own paws and slammed nose-first into some mud. She hoped it was mud.

Her chest burned some from the cold air, lungs sucking a breath of crisp air in. Slowly, the pup pulled herself to stand again, and she looked around; she really wanted to play, but no one was awake yet. So, Ottilie simply trotted to a grassy patch by the den and sat down, flopping over to sunbathe, at a glimpse, some might even assume she wasn't apart of the living by how still she was for a pup.

Skill - Warrior

Zacharie had woken to see a littermate missing, and decided to take it upon himself to track them down. Sneaking past the sleeping adults (Saga, if no one else, almost certainly would have spotted him, but he chose to believe in the power of his own stalk regardless), he eventually spotted Ottilie. Filthy and with back turned!

Grinning, Zacharie did his best to get close without being heard, but the patience of a pup was not well developed at this age, and he soon decided a bellowing charge would be more fun. With a loud bark, he pounced! He would bite her if he could! Hard!

But Eugh! What had she rolled in? Ottilie, tu pues! (You stink!) Papa would be upset!