Dawnlark Plains daffodils

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she'd slipped from the den for the first time in her short life; the girl being - to this point - very unconcerned with the outside world. but a spot of colour, yellow and vivid against the greens and browns and blues of the outside, changed that swiftly.

she was up and out of the den in what seemed like an instant, waddling over to the tinny bloom and sticking her muzzle into the goldenness of it, inhaling with delight the faint odour it emitted.