The Sunspire flora aura

Eleuthera, like most babies, could only snooze for so long before her curious mind would stir once more and she would be forced awake. She did not sleep long, but she slept often, and forced all adults within the vicinity to conform to her sleep schedule. Usually, if the little girl awoke and found all of her comrades asleep, she would squall and fuss until she roused another with whom she could play. 

— but mama looked so nice, laying there sleeping in the sun, so Eleuthera made the mature decision to let the exhausted, yet entirely happy and fulfilled, new parent slumber. Then, she made the immature decision to wiggle from ‘neath her mother’s grasp and plod away, eager to take advantage of this illusion of freedom. 

Her movements were confident, but waddling. She was still very much a small cub, unable to create real speech or produce logical thought, and she gave off every vibe of youthfulness. All of a sudden, her attention was derailed by the realization that there was another, and her trajectory changed without hesitation and without apology. She was going to figure this new wolf out, whether this stranger liked it or not.