Space to Run

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Her mother sat outside the den's entrance, taking up a position from which she could watch them all with little effort. Her father was already outside of the den and situated upon the snowy ground in the middle of the clearing before the familial den, Jakart in tow and seemingly preoccupied. Or at least she had thought until the large, intimidating figure had spoken up and addressed her. The girl jumped slightly upon hearing her father's deep voice instruct her to come out of the treeline, to head back into the clearing, but despite the nervousness she felt at possibly disobeying she merely crouched into place and wagged her tail, as if lowering herself might suddenly make it more difficult for her parents to notice her there behind the tree.

She failed to take into account that it did nothing for those behind her. Oblivious to her approaching elder brother, Anais remained grinning and huddled behind the tree, watching her family members curiously until the one family member not present decided to show himself. He was on her before she realized it, and a half frightened, half excited sort of squeak exited her in surprise. She rolled beneath him, pressed somewhat onto her side in the snow, and nipped at his paws and legs gently, pale eyes bright as she wriggled and pushed against him, attempting to get away as she laughed.