Cressida had become quite independent the moment she was allowed a bit more freedom. While her siblings did their own thing. Finding paths to who they may be, she was more tuned on life itself. So many things presented themselves to the point of interest. Drawing out the curious little female from beneath the warmth of bodies. And, further out into the world surrounding them.
It didn’t take long for her to silently find her way into the clearing. Where various pups of colors and shapes sat listening to a monochromatic woman. She remembered her slightly from the occasional visits at home. Those piercing green eyes always reminded Cress of how the grass looked after a fresh rain shower. When the water would cling to the blades of grass.
She came to tilt her head at what was being said. So many emotions swimming around the warm air nearly knocked a whimper from Cressida. The sound swallowed down and dismissed as she received the loving affection. Tail gently brushing the ground in a calm sweep.
