Learning the Bugle Horn

Priscilla hadn’t been doing well at first. When her other siblings went out to play for the first time she stayed in the den, sick, but now she was doing better. Whatever illness had plagued her small body seemed to be fading out and the child was ready to begin exploring.

The first day she laid eyes on the outside world Priscilla was in love. The smells and colors of the world were beautiful, striking, and Priscilla took her time combing over each and every little thing. Each blade of grass was different, every flower unique, and every bug fascinating.

So when she heard Frost’s call the femme paused and lifted her head, her bi-colored eyes shining. She frowned, knowing he had come to the den a couple times. Whatever he was calling them for it was probably pretty important.

Priscilla turned and trotted off innocently in that direction, the large girl seeing that she was the first of her siblings who had arrived. “Monsieur Frost! Bonjour~” The girl canted her head to the side as she padded closer and then took a seat, looking around. “Did you find a cool buggy?” Even when speaking English she had a slight accent, preferring to speak French over the common tongue.