The white pup blinked as a body slid into the mouth of the den. Such colors! So far, her life had been a palette of whites--from herself to her environment--so this wolf's coat of browns and greys dazzled her eyes, and, when he spoke, it made her giggle for reasons she had no words for. Her tail scythed the air.

"Shaa-loo!" Signe replied, head tilted as she dropped into a playful bow. She blinked, "Wha shaa-loo? Chu shaa-loo? M'Siggy!"

Signe searched her small memory. Had she learned what a "shaa-loo" was? She had learned so many words so far-! She knew the words for her Mama and her siblings, the den, and a few names. She smiled. A new word!

Unafraid, she approached the new wolf and began sniffing, committing to memory this wonderful stranger.