Cool Evenings

Was it cooler, or was it her imagination? Today it seemed hot and thus Aella had been crankier than usual; moved by the whim of the seasons. The sun had seeped into her dark pelt and a definite frown pursed her lips. This was not fun at all! She had thought the other day it was cooler, and now it was hotter! Who said it was fair for the weather to play games with her? She considered this as she plopped around their home, searching for some relief. In the early morning she had begun to play as any other day; feeling alive and full of energy, but as the day wore on she slowly depleted. Her clumsy steps carried her to where she always went when she was sad - mother. Storm was always there to comfort her. As if magical or on cue; Aella would wail and Storm would be there, and she had no idea how her mother kept up with five of them. All she knew was that she loved her mother dearly.

It had begun to fade into night-time and she knew she should go settle in with her siblings, but something stopped her. They were getting older now and she still hadn't found Storm. Her curious eyes wandered around Abaven, trying to follow her mother's scent. She had no idea how to track yet, but her nose had begun to develop; the scents among their home becoming distinguishable. She continued looking but found nothing and with a heavy heart headed for the den - when she saw her mother outside! "Mama, it's bed time!" she announced, as if she wasn't on the wrong side of the den, either.