Saga was not afraid of the bright world. She simple was uncomfortable stepping out of the den, uncomfortable about the prospect of her mother leaving her side. She didn't like the possibility of change. Requiem had stepped out of the darkness, though retreated to assure her that she would be able to join them too. He said there were shadows she could go to, she she decided that would be better than walking around in the bright light. She nodded slowly, beginning to creep out after him. Even Dutiron encouraged her, but she did not smile as she left the den.
Her paw-steps were careful and hesitant. Everything was bright and warm, but a different kind of warm than when she snuggled with her family. It came from above. Slowly the child lifted her snout to the sky, squinting as the sun hurt her eyes. She redirected herself quickly to the shadows that Dutiron had directed her too, finding it much more pleasant there. She marveled at the feeling of the grass against her paws, walking a bit awkwardly, finding it much more enjoyable as the warm sun.
