Lord have mercy on us all

Though perhaps not the last, she was far from the first to leave the safety of the den. Lyra preferred to stay in there forever if she could favoring the familiar warmth much more than whatever was outside. However, she would rather brave something new than be alone. The puppy pile she was happily slumbering in was quickly shrinking. Her siblings were all clearing out far faster than she realized and when she looked around, small and confused, she realized there were not many left. The next to leave would be Gilda, picking up what looked to be a pinecone. The pup would take a dry gulp, searching for one of her mothers.

Big blue eyes would squint in the bright light. Once adjusted, she would see... a lot happening. Too much even. Her littermates were running around, playing, barking... nipping. Lyra would tuck her tail between her legs. She was somewhat overwhelmed between trying to appreciate the novelty of outside while also trying to keep track of those around her. The young girl would say nothing as she stood still, looking around. She did not feel the urge to play like some did; she did not want to run around just yet. She needed to know what was happening and how this place worked. A small breeze chilled the pup, and she cowered a little in an attempt to keep herself warm.

Relief washed over her as she saw Jael. Lyra bounded over, nearly tripping in her eagerness. Her tail wagged low, a sign of her happiness, and Lyra couldn't help but woof a greeting. She nestled herself next to Jael, seeking the familiar warmth of her mother's pelt. Once settled, her mottled palette almost blended into Jael's, a comforting camouflage.





"Speech!"