Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

Nunataq was at an age, when her world was very small and therefore she readily accepted any changes that were presented to her. A move to a different den - good. Other loaves of puppies to share the den-space with and nap together with - good. She had no idea of a concept between - us and them - her mind was open and everyone was welcome.

Therefore it was no wonder that she was accompanied by other two curious muzzles soon after she had made her way to the den mouth. She cast a glance first at the brown and chubby one, then to the russet girl, who had approached soon after. For some reason their arrival gave Nunataq a sense of importance, therefore she straightened herself, puffed out her chest and stopped squinting and opened her eyes wide to the dazzling light.

Then she got up to her feet and with a welcoming "Umpf!" invited the others to take a step further. And regardless of whether they did follow her or not, she set out into the world. Bold, proud... unsteady and tumbling down soon after.