Neverwinter Forest the world was not meant to be this way

The little gray princess had slept through most of the coversation after she had finished suckling. Her little tail began to wag and she let loose a series of shrieks and howls as she tried to figure out where Dublin had gone. Her ruckus could no doubt be heard outside the den, but she didn't know that. The only thing she could understand was that these things she was doing, they were like the rumbles she felt when Mommy and Daddy spoke. 

Puppy blue eyes searched her blurry suroundings for any sign of the other body she shared the den with. Wiggling her little legs, she struggled to move away from Karakara's belly. She's only been "walking" for a day or so now, and this was all still new to her. She was a "late walker" as some might say. Szabala half army crawled, half walked halfway to the entrance of the den before collapsing there, worn out from the trek. She squeaked there for a moment, glancing over her shoulder at Mommy for a moment, contemplating whether she should head back.