Before long, her fragile eyes began to adjust to the light of the sun, her paws moving her forward and out of the shelter of the entrance. But she stood a distance from the rabbit that sat at her father's paws. If it wasn't asleep...it might have been dangerous. Luck sighed and turned to her lighter brother, smiling nervously as he examined the outside world. He seemed much more interested in she was. This place, outside the den...was it really, awesome? It was okay...but not as nice as the den.
Soon, her father spoke, greeting them and clarifying that the rabbit in which lay before his paws was food. The young lady moved toward him and leaned against him, her gentle eyes landing upon the rabbit. She whimpered. "Don't wanna...eat." She murmured, her eyes resting upon the shady figure of her mother, standing at the entrance of den. She had wanted to run over to her...but really, she felt better close to Daddy like this. Even if it was outside the den.
