Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

There was suddenly a thing before her, the likes of which she had never seen before. She latched her gummy jaws around it without much thought, offering a muffled babble as she gnawed on the scapula. Latching onto the bone, she rolled onto her back so that it rested on her chest, but quickly finding that she did not like this position, she instead lurched to her paws ungainly.

Holding still the bone in her maw, and toddling awkwardly towards the mother lump, tilting dangerously at times and threatening to fall. She had was not yet especially good at waking,  it seemed.