Falling Softly

The little darling sat by the entrance of her family's den, a soft sigh leaving her little lips. It was quiet, everyone was either outside doing something. She didn't feel like going out and doing much, it was pretty scary out there! It was nice and warm in the den, and she didn't have to worry about anyone sneaking up at her. Finch leaned against the rock wall of the den, her breath fogging in front of her. She was a rather silent dame, she didn't find much reason to talk. She also didn't like to leave her parents side, and today was a very rare occurrence. They were probably out playing with the other pups, and her two-toned ears pressed flat against her head. She didn't want to play... what if she got hurt or something? The girl whined, lowering her form until her belly rested on the ground. Finch lowered her head onto her legs, her blue eyes looking out at the plains. She wanted her momma... she just wanted some cuddles.