Since her birth, Saga Destruction had been all but inseparable from her mother's side. Luckily for her, the occasions that Song had left there said were rare at best, and she could not help but feel as though her mother might very well be at her side forever. She was still so tiny and naive, smaller than any of her siblings, even though she was growing daily.
Her mother would rouse them from sleep, and a whimper of protest would leave the child's throat. But her voice would be silenced as she felt the familiar warmth of her mother's tongue on the crown of her head, and she nestled closer to her. Her mother voiced a question, asking if they were ready to see outside. She was not, but she would go along with whatever her family wished. She would not answer, but would merely shake herself awake, blinking sleep slowly from her eyes. After some time, she would rise to all fours, coming to follow Song warily. "Is bright, mom," she whined as the light from the den's entrance impinged on her vision. It was not the most pleasant thing to wake up to, and she couldn't help but feel unsure about going out beyond their familiar home.
