Feeling the feathers strapped to her head sway in the wind, Uru swiveled her eyes about, looking positively old. She had really taken to the Shaman training, and had collected various items to decorate herself with. With everything strapped on her, and her stoic look, Uru looked like a tiny old lady, sitting atop a mound of dirt. The playful pup still thrived within, but she felt the 'uniform' had to set a certain example for the rest of the pack.
Even if she wasn't actually old enough to fill her future rank.
She had been studying under Uzuri's watchful eye, as the pack didn't have a Shaman yet. Uru would be the first, and she was still small. Still, she pranced around the pack lands like she was older, trying to help others with things.
Brown eyes still moving, they came across a sister-in-law; it's what Uzuri had called her, and they were siblings, after all, so it must've been the right thing to say. She smiled, rising from the mound, and trotted over to the older dog.
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