The little child, who had grown bigger and bigger and with it her courage, blinked open her transitioning eyes. It was as dark as ever in the den, she noticed. Her vision was a lot clearer and her hearing too. She could feel a power growing inside her little body, one that drove her not to fret- but to explore. She yawned softly, giving a look at her mum. Chusi wanted to learn from her, but all mum ever did was say "be quiet". She felt ignored, and longed to see the black form of Zephyr again. A little, bold smirk crawled its way onto her tiny maw. 

Without a second thought, Chusi "sneaked" to the opening if the den. The soft morning sun lit up her dark pelt, and she had to blink a few times to really see all the colors the world had to offer. She wished she knew what to call them, and especially the color on the ground and high upon big wooden spears. It was so soft and up-lifting, nothing like the dark den where she was ordered to stay. She didn't want to stay in anymore.

She waddled, though her pace was faster and her posture more stable now, and eventually stopped near a colorful thing sprouting from the ground. It was a flower, she hoped to learn one day, and near it was a single white butterfly. She didn't know what it all was, but anything was better than staying in the dark with mum.

The butterfly came closer and closer to the flower, and little Chusi hid in the not-so-tall grass, finding it a "good" hiding spot. She crawled closer, her little dark butt in the air as she jumped, mouth open to catch the fluttering thing. She fell flat on her snout, the little flower crushed beneath her puppyfat. She flapped her head around, dizzy from the amazing landing. She slowly got up, watching the sky to see no butterfly anymore. She did see something else in the distance though- a dark figure that was not her mum. A big grin painted itself on her young face, and she barked happily.

Dlak, dlak, dlak! She screeched as she ran as fast as she could- which wasn't really fast- toward him. It was a new "word" she had learned. Little did she know it was sort of accurated- the thing trying to be said being dark-. She plopped her butt on the ground, eager to hear the other praise her for her speech. Did he speak like mum? Would she be able to learn?

The male lowered, and now that her vision wasn't so foggy anymore, she could see his marks and features with ease. She couldn't say of course if he was handsome or not, since he was the only male she had ever seen, but there was no denying that he was interesting. She softly sniffled his nose as she was once again trapped between two paws, just like her mother had once done. She minded it less of him, since there was no darkness to haunt her. 

He spoke, and for a moment, she was shocked and quiet. He seemed enthusiastic. Chus... Chus! Where had she heard that word before? She was sure she knew it from somewhere. zephyyyyrr... She tried to repeat after him, since that was the only word said twice. She was enjoying this, really, and hoped mum would not swoop in and take her to the dark again.