Hallelujah (I'm Not Dead)

Pyrite followed her father, at his shoulder and a little behind him as they made way to her very first meeting. The girl had seemingly stopped growing. Height wise, at least. She was a thin, dainty, little thing. Much like the fox of the arctic, her little paws let her walk along top of the snow. Her massive father had learned to walk on the snow as well, but he could also trudge through like the mighty bison.

Her mind lingered on comparing her father to a bison when she saw her mom already sitting and waiting with her siblings. Pyrite surged forth, eagerly sidling up to her twin on the way to sit in between Kirsi’s paws. Her momma wasn’t near as big as her sire, and the girl still fit quite perfectly there.