King/Queen of the brush?

The pups have been allowed to leave the den and, while two of her brothers had immediately left to go do… stuff, Haydée hangs back. Something seems off with her mom and the small pup hovers around her, trying to draw out smiles where she can. It seems like a dark cloud hangs over her and she does her best to try and lift it. When mommy finally follows after the boys, the russet girl bounds after her, short legs pushing her out into the cold, big world.

Bright green eyes blink in wonder at the white blanket that hugs the land and, since Haydée has not encountered it before, has no name for this strange, beautiful wonder. Stepping forward, she feels the frozen water droplets give and crunch slightly as she presses her paws into it. Along with the cover, there are small piles of the stuff scattered around the area and, where there is no white stuff, the green blades of grass are stiff and crunchy with frost.

With a squeal of absolute wonder and joy, Haydée charges a short distance forward to dive into a small snow bank. Her tiny body disappears for a moment as the soft, powdery stuff engulfs her but the pup’s head reappears a moment later. Some of the snow clings to her dark black nose and muzzle, giving the pup a white ‘beard’ as she looks up to her mom. Corbin and Dorian are fighting over some rock and her mommy seems worried about them, so Haydée gives a small bark of happiness to pull the woman’s attention to her.

Climbing from the snow, white patches obscuring her coat patterns, Haydée says, “Mommy, mommy! What is this stuff? Why is it so cold? Can I eat it? What’s it for?” Questions fly as the small pup, without waiting, turns back around and drives straight back into her snow bank, digging around and giggling before remerging to smile at her mom. Sharp ears listen for explanations to her questions even as she squirms and wiggles in the powdery stuff, thoroughly enjoying her first day out of the den.


"Haydée Kedieo"