Baby Steps

Big pink eyes fluttered into view as the small pup wake from her slumber. The sounds of pitter patter and squeaky voices came from outside. It took a moment for Aryn to blink away the sleepy fog surrounding her eyes and a little yawn came forth. Suddenly the fact that voices that belonged to her siblings was coming from outside resonated within her little head. Aryn perked up and stammered to her paws. Skinny legs stretched as she tried to wiggle out the sleepy fatigue. Another yawn was heard before the pup swiftly skittered to the mouth of the den.

A nearly blinding wave of sunshine stung her pink eyes before her gaze settled on the sight of her siblings and their father. Instantly her greyscale tail went haywire. The little flag waved back and forth, going likely as fast as it could go. Not hearing Torin's instructions on waiting quietly the babe barreled forward with a yip of glee. "Hey! What's happenin'?!" Her eyes bounced from each of her siblings before moving down to the dead animal. Paws dug into the earth to stop her small form from ramming into the carcass. Aryn's head tilted as she studied the dead body, "It has the red.." Referring to blood the pup spoke in a hushed more inquisitive voice.