S.O.S

Legend tells of a child born once every three millennia who sleeps through the night – who sleeps when it should and sometimes even more. A child who grants parents their due rest at the end of the day. That child is salvation! That child is Iskra! That child is… one damn heavy sleeper.

And currently missing out on a fun game, so it seemed.

She continued to sleep like a rock for a good minute or two after her mama had left – showing no signs of noticing the change. A little puddle of drool had collected under her open mouth, and her breaths came out scratched and bumping in small snores. Other than the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, she was completely still. And then with seemingly no reason, she snorted and sat up, blinking in a daze.

Boy, what a nap. She blinked a few more times before realizing that something was missing. It was dark, and her hoarded warmth was seeping away… and… and Mama and Leto and Arty were gone! A small gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened and she looked rapidly around the den. "Mama! … Mama!" she cried, softly at first and then louder. Where were they?! She was scared! She jumped up to her feet, about to slip into deeper panic before… Huh? She heard voices… outside. She hesitated, eyes wide and breath held. She had never been outside before. Her face contorted strangely with some weird expression of concentration and debate. What if it wasn’t actually them outside? Would she get in trouble for going out alone then? But…

Chewing on her lip briefly, Iskra plodded outside. It was bright out! She squinted, her whole face scrunching up as she stopped then. When her eyes adjusted, she glanced round to observe Mama, Leto, Arty, and Daddy. They looked like they were doing something fun, and she immediately felt worried that she would get completely left out. "MamaMama!" she babled quickly, running over to the familiar blue wolf. "What’re they doin’ wifout me?" she asked, sounding endearingly concerned as she sought to press up against her mother's leg..