Dragoncrest Cliffs ocean wind, ocean sky

The first few weeks must have been slow. I don't remember them, only brief, fleetin' feelings of warmth an' darkness. It could be described as "simplicity".

On her fourteenth day of life, Elosie opened her eyes. It was customary for wolf pups to have a bluebell shade to their iris, and yet, hers were a startling white. She blinked, as everything around her slowly came into focus, like a camera lens being adjusted until it was perfectly clear.

Elosie's attention went to a downy, pale feather gradually spiraling down from the sky. It came low, until a gust of wind picked it up, and it was carried away. Huh.

When folks say eyes are a window to one's soul, they ain't lying.

Something glittered in the darkness, opalescent and bright. With fondness that grew with each dawn, Chacal looked down to see the pale eyes of her daughter- concerned for a moment by their hue.

Still- for her girl, she gave only a smile and hid all worry from her face. Her pupils looked clear enough, and when her gaze was drawn by the falling of a pale feather, she sighed with relief.

Her daughter was not blind- but her eyes would make her truly unique, she thought. Uniqueness meant beauty, something the proud mother knew grew in abundance in Sapphique.

She rose and walked out into the daylight, leaping with a soft grunt to catch the feather by its quick and bring it back to the den. She grasped the feather and held it aloft- before sending it spiralling once more with a puff of warm breath so it might float down once more for her daughter’s amusement.