Taste The Rainbow

Meme had been so sleepy. She had explored a lot yesterday and had spent a good chunk of the day watching her dad too. She was learning, wanting to mimic him and mirror the traits she loved seeing in him. She had trouble sleeping too, excitement bubbling up, and she had slipped out of the den several times during the night to snuggle with Cel and ask if she could spend the day with him. Now that she was growing a bit older the other colors that she’d bear as an adult were becoming more noticeable coming in on her coat. Browns had revealed themselves on her face, neck, back, legs and tail. Touches of orange showed up to tip bits of her body and accented her face as well -- a throwback to the odd color her grandfather had in his own coat. Her eyes, surprisingly, were very pale, seeming whitish at a glance. It made her a little more sensitive to light but she was able to see just fine otherwise.

She felt her mother stir beside her and blinked open her eyes. Voices…? One of them she knew -- it was her daddy. There was a stranger too… and Memento flicked her ears back. Before Philomena realized what her daughter was doing Meme had raced to the entrance of the den to look at the stranger.

“We don’t have anything for your pack, sir!” Though she tried to be polite, use the manners her mama taught her, her voice held frustration. This guy, whoever he was, wasn’t being very nice to her daddy… “You’re mean! We live here, not you! Go away!” Meme’s fur was on end as the small child bristled. A squeak of protest escaped her as Philomena nosed her daughter into the den and stood in front of her to serve as a barricade for both Meme and the mae who might get it in his head to try coming after them. For the first time since she was born Meme heard her mama growl… and it was such a guttural, angry sound the child flinched back.