Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

She didn't appreciate her mother moving away, not one bit. That meant her protector and more importantly, her heat source, was gone. Dalia felt the bed to alert sirio this with a nudge before shakily getting to her small legs. Gently, she turned her body to locate mom and was able to see her form near the den entrance. What was she doing there?

waddling like a duck, dalia made her way over cautiously and went underneath Portia and wedged herself between her mother's hind legs as she had done before during her first time out. Dalia at first stayed quiet, enjoying the feeling of mom being as close as possible to her, though she was able to make out another form in front of her. Color was something she didn't perceive well enough to know what it was, but she understood the difference between lightbthings and dark things. She knew that her mom wasn't dark, nor her dad (whom she had yet to truly imprint on as she had done with Portia). To see something so large and so dark was shocking to dalia, she nearly fell on her rump as she stumbled back in fear. What was that big blur, and why was it so dark?