Just be careful, that's my flower

Sarka had finally found some sort of entertainment for herself near the den. A small yellow sunflower had started to grow near the entrance just off to the left side. And every day she had come out to see it and make sure that it was okay. Rather than off playing with her brothers as they usually did, the quiet girl would be doing her own thing. Sarka was assumed a mute by most of her family by now. She hadn't spoken one word even when she had learned how to speak the language her family spoke. She wasn't quiet sure what would happen if she spoke to them, she was worried. All the time about them, and about what they would think of her as well. And yet still, she had her small pleasures in the world like this little flower.
Sarka would sit herself near the flower, and cup her little white paws just around it enough to be sort of a distant hug. Her little blue eyes would watch the flower to make sure it was safe and healthy. While occasionally looking back to the den, and out towards the front in case her brothers were wrestling or mom was home from where-ever she went. It was her version of 'fun' compared to the play her siblings did. Maybe something was wrong with her?

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