This Beautiful Morning

Faun was the first one awake that morning. It was nearly a week before that she had opened her eyes and begun to move around, cramped and limited to the darkness of their den. But she was smart enough not to let curiosity get the best of her, instead holding fast to the commands of her parents. She loved the two so much already, and all she ever wanted was to please them. Little Faun was blessed to be a part of such a perfect family, with her brother Solor always at her side. The two were very close, and the snowy babe wanted it to stay that way. But this morning, she had something else in mind.

As the tiny child lay tucked beneath her father's paw, the first rays of sunlight began to sneak through the entrance of the den. They were tinted with lovely shades of honey and rose, beckoning to the young pup with their gentle light. Faun was entranced by the sight and yearned to see more. Without another thought, the babe squirmed out of her father's grip. Her bicolored eyes grew wide with wonder as she stumbled out of the den. Large white paws would slip and falter, but eventually she would make it. Faun left her den for the first time, all alone, and took in the beauty of her first real sunrise.

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