Mother's milk had placed Cressida into a deep slumber the previous night. Her tummy rounded and plump from finding a secure spot at the dinner table. Which then led to darkness overtaking her vision until the previous day. Wedged between the body of Maelstorm and Celestia, a frown adored her features the moment she felt something touch her. Thinking that it was her older brother she'd almost latched her teeth onto the closest thing of his. Until a familiar scent casted attention up and the visual of her father came into sight.
There wasn't much of an effort to free from the sandwich of warm pups. Finding her footing quite easily to follow him outside of the den. Where the sun beamed brightly. The smell of Spring grass filled her nose. Sprouting flowers littered the grass in some areas. Whilst snow still continued to cling to others. His voice drew her away from admiring the earth in all its glory. A thinking expression now on display as she thought over what she would like to do. "Teach me how to hunt, Father."
