Broken Antler Fen Flap Your Wings

She'd watched Mato wander out, her interest mild at best.  Life outside the den was so cold.  When she first encountered that white stuff falling from the sky Ivy had been quite taken by it.  But she quickly found out how wet and frigid it was.  Snow, she finally decided, was not something she particularly enjoyed.

But her beloved mother followed Mato right out to the mouth of the den and the smallest pup could't help the curiosity that bubbled up inside her.  Mm.. she murmured, unable to decide if she wanted to atttempt "Mato" or "Mom".  Didn't matter in the end - Ivy stood and scampered off after both of them.  She cleared her throat to grab her brother's attention as she leaned up against her mother's legs, unintentionally ignoring the family's company.