The Sunspire all is almost lost and it starts to show

There was a slender paw on the stick she currently worried with her puppy teeth. After her father had promised a more eventful evening for his brood, the cinnamon girl had sprawled out across the dry earth at the base of her mother's protective paws. Her back limbs splayed out behind her, her toes curling and unfurling as she gnawed away at the small treat she had picked up on their travel from the den.

Her fathers voice rang out, but she paid little heed for the moment. The adults were having what seemed to  e a serious discussion that simply did not interest her. She would miss the tension of the air about her, and only would she steal glances at her mother every so often.

Had she understood what the meeting was about, she would have balked at the idea of leaving home. As it was, her fascination instead rest with the stick her jaws worked at.