THREE MUSKETEERS

Multicolored eyes shone with mischief and excitement, mismatched chrome and celestial glistening with youth. The little lady bore a healthy pelt of the lightest of creams, fur shining lightly under the sun with immaculate cleanliness that only a mother could manage. And boy, oh, boy, was she excited to get rid of that squeaky clean! Earth-touched paws pounded with excitement upon the roots of the mangroves, tangling and wrapping themselves around just about every root she encountered, small body and still slightly-awkward legs not yet used to maneuvering over the protrusion-laden land. Mother had told her not to cross the river, but it had gone unheard in her jubilant demeanor. Luckily, the young pup would probably be too distracted by the rest of the world to worry about the body of water, which thundered into the ocean with the amount of determination and force that drove her own paws, pregnant with recent rains and hopefully it would remain void of some clumsy children.



Aegira had been free of a single care in the world, her only recent concern being directed toward the odd hard things on her Mother's shoulders, all brown and red and icky, sometimes leaking what she'd been told was blood. But Mother had reassured her that she was okay and so the runt accepted that wholly. Mother never lied in the self-proclaimed Know-It-All's opinion.



She glanced back, hoping that her siblings were still following her, and also being wishful that they would be having similar (if not more) issues with the uneven ground as she was!