babies breath in the breeze

Poem lay sleeping curled up with Motif, her little sides rising and falling with her even breath. Usually the young girl was a heavy sleeper, but as the morning krept closer a lightness would take her. She heard a stirring within the den, an not one to cling to sleep she blinked her brilliant eyes open to see uncle Eppy up and moving.

A tiny yawn left her maw as she disentangled herself from Motif’s form and left her mother’s side to get a better look at what the crippled man was doing. She was fascinated with the scars that marred his dark coat. She’d been caught staring more than once before. Quietly she’d make her way to where he was messing with something.

”What’r doin?” She asked curiously as she settled back onto her haunches, her tiny striped tail curling around her too big paws. Her blue and lavender eyes gazing up at him with the full force of her curiosity.