Dragoncrest Cliffs after rain

mild pp of either parent. <3

Blixen was, once again, restless. 

Ever since her eyes opened she'd begun to attribute things to the pair of large shadows that shared her living space. She knew @Wildfire was her mother, though she didn't know the word for it—it resembled a feeling than something that could be accurately defined. Instinct always reminded her to feed, and the soft planes of russet and beige were the first thing she always turned to. There was likely times she'd attempted to draw milk from @Thuringwethil, but the darker woman had no live-sustaining nourishment to give. Her teats were as dry as the Sahara, and the whole event left Blixen with better direction than before. Only Wildfire was able to feed her, not the dark guardian.

As the first week wore on and drew closer to two, Blixen was steadily gaining use of her limbs. She was able to army crawl like a total Boss now thanks to all the hubub in the den, but walking was still out of reach. Blixen could sometimes, with much effort and something to lean on, stand, but it didn't last long at all. Her tiny body was still so much heavier than her growing limbs could support, and her coordination was underdeveloped yet. Soon enough she'd be clambering all over her mother and nomi but for now they were safe.

Today found her bored out of her wits. She'd already bothered her pale brother, and her mother, but neither yielded the results she desired. So she took to gnawing on one of the pelts someone had brought into the den, working her tiny gums over the soft, but tough, textures.