Little lives

N/A · 10-25-2014, 04:26 PM

Little Illaria was stretched out, her tiny figure seeming long and thin as she lay on her back, her belly in the air and her little paws twitching, clutching at invisible prey as a small smile wound its way through her black lips. Her thin tail found its way onto Ravenna and gently tickled at her chin as her nose pushed into Kieran's chest, nuzzling into the warmth offered to her pink nose there. This was how she lay when their father scuffled silently into the den, warm, stretched out and content. It wasn't even his presence or movements that woke her as he shuffled about and rearranged them in tiny movements until they where all cuddles in together. It was the voice of one of her siblings that would twitch life into her eyelids as they blinked open, finding her sister, prepared to give her a gentle kick with her back legs to tell her to hush, she was sleeping. Instead, she was realise she was speaking to her father, and with a twitch her back legs would not touch her sibling. Instead, she let one eye filly open and peered at the two awake bodies in the sea of four.

Ravenna's question was a very good one, and she also wanted to know the answer. They weren't use to going so long without their Mother, and definitely not a whole night without her added warmth. She couldn't imagine what might have happened to keep her away from them. She flipped over, slowly, careful not to give her siblings a kick as she proped herself on her chest and peered at their father, waiting for the answer.

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