Taima Lyall might not have been the strongest in her litter but she was not about to let anyone think she was timid, shy or anything of the like - namely weak. Truth be told the personality of Cedarwood pack's third daughter was to be likened to a sparkling firecracker or a bomb that absolutely refused to be diffused. Even though her father had constantly caught her trying to sneak out of the old bear den a majority of the night the girl was wide awake as she toddled away from her siblings and into the early morning light. Borden, she discovered, had already left for his morning patrol. Beaming, she inhaled the crisp, cool air, greeted at first by only the silence of dawn. If Dad was nowhere to be seen, surely Mom was nearby. Or... Vice versa.
Her large ears swiveled forward and as she stood still she realized something. <i>What was that?</i> Her right ear turned to the side then back to the front; her sapphire blue eyes lifted up into the treetops. Somewhere, no, everywhere, the air was filled with... Chirping, whistling, cooing. <i>Birdsong</i>. Taima's nose began to twitch as her senses registered new, curious scents apart from familiar aroma of her family. She was just about ready seek out what exactly was giving off a sweet woody aroma when something loud buzzed by her ear. She turned to acknowledge it, but her eyes widened when she found there was no one there. She frowned then stalked off in the direction she thought it went. With her tail waving about behind her, she closely inspected a patch of flowering black hawthorn plants. <b>"Bzzz bzzz!"</b> she mimicked through her teeth, calling to the being that had passed her. <b>"Bzzzz! Come out!"</b></blockquote>