Falling Softly

Her mother flopped down beside her, and the tiny girl crawled to the dame's chest, curling between the woman's larger legs. Finch rested her head on one of Wren's legs, nibbling on it softly. When her mother asked her if they went out to play, the girl just nodded her head. They had gone out, but she didn't want to go with them. Her itty bitty shoulders shrugged, and she nuzzled further into her mothers chest. She didn't like to talk much, she was more of a silent type. Rolling over to her back, she stretched her paws up towards her mothers pale face. Pressing one of her paws to her cheek, her head tilted to the side as she offered a shy smile. She would rather stay here with her mother than to wander around the pack lands. It was a big scary world out there, and the den was safe. Her mother was her protection, her life. Blinking her big blue doe eyes up at Wren, she wondered what her mother was thinking. Her siblings were loud and hyper, but she wasn't like that a all. Probably a breath of fresh air to her parents. What she didn't know is that they were probably concerned, worried that their little girl was mute. She didn't know that she was causing strive for being silent, but she just didn't feel like talking...