mama fight my teenage dreams

Her saviour would appear in the form of a dark woman. Never in her life had she seen such a dark pelt, not that she could recall. She ceased her cries as the scary spider was fought back with a swift bat of the stranger's paw. Her breathing slowly returned to it's normal pace, but her heart continued to flutter in her breast like a dove in a cage. Mismatched optics would rise to gaze up at her heroine, and a big grin would crease her maw. Tail would give a few delighted wags before she bounded forward to press her face against the leg of the ebony woman. "Thanks mum!" She yipped gleefully, fair wiggling with excitement. Little did she know that not all women were her mom, as she had only really encountered males in her time exploring, and the only other lady she'd met was Aunty Cataleya, who was related to her anyway. Somehow. Alabaster toes would dance across the stone as she scampered to the edge, peering over it. Wow, that's far. She thought to herself, not worried in the least. Rump would wiggle in preparation as she crouched down. It just looked far away, she would be okay if she jumped down, right?

Hesitating, she decided to play it safe. The obsidian furred lady didn't seem happy with her being afraid, and if she hurt herself it might make her even madder. Spinning around carefully, her hind end would fall from the edge, toes catching the sheer surface of the ruddy face. Bit by bit, the girl would lower herself as far down as she could, before letting go and dropping the rest of the way. She was still small, and wouldn't be a very big girl even when she grew up, so it was an impressive feat to get up there in the first place. The violet lass landed on her rump, letting out a startled oof! when she landed. Bicoloured orbs would stare up at the woman who had saved her, offering a goofy looking grin. "My name's Absinthe, but my mom's just call me Abby." She introduced herself politely, beaming up at the stranger. Surely this was another aunty of her's, or a mom she hadn't met yet. "What's your name?" She asked curiously, head tilting to one side. Her rump was still firmly planted in the dirt, a cloud of pale dust settling over her fluffy coat from the impact of her hitting the ground with such little grace.