Summer was coming to and end, and though Maera did not know yet of any of the other seasons she had learned to recognize a good day when she saw one. Today was a perfect example. Outside the Sveijarn residence the breeze tickled the long blades of grass as at the same time the hot rays of the sun warmed the soil and kissed the crimsom hairs on the young baby's back.

It was a day that demanded to be spent outside, even the lazy Maera had crawled outside the house to enjoy the warm hug of the summer sun. After some napping under the heat she walked around the garden, being extra careful not to stay away or to step on unidentified mounds of dirt. After a little exploring she found a perfect patch of bright green grass that would do well as a bed.

She stepped on top, feeling the softness of the blades under her toes and flopped on the ground, with her belly pointing upwards to recieve some of the heat the sun had to offer. "Hot hot hot" she singed to herself as the sun reach her pale belly.

Looking at the world upside down was fun. Little did she know that was how it regularly looked for some of the members of the creek. After the war threat from the Sunspire and the loss of an Alpha the tension between the creek pack had begun to spiral out of control, even after Bazi had stepped into leadership the faith of many of the wolves in the pack was beginning to wash away like stones in the creek.

Maera didn't know the extent of the problem, all she knew was that the clouds were funny things that made her giggle. As she continued to sing her happy song a familiar voice called out to her. She rolled to her side inmediately to see mommy, the sight of the bigger version of herself drew a wide smile of her plump little face. "Mommaaa!", she squealed delighted while drumming the ground with her little tail.

The rays of the sun poured light into the baby's back, igniting the red hairs on her body to make it seem she had caught on fire. The girl smiled again and raised one of her stubby paws only to pound it in front of her, an inviting gesture for her mother to join her under the warm embrace of the sun.

A happy giggle erupted from the child's mouth as mother accepted her invitation. She plopped back on the ground, her round belly bouncing as her body collided against the soft bed of grass he had found for herself. Then imitating Mommy (who was imitating her), she rolled to her back and wriggled her paws in the air, yelling and laughing as she did so.

Life was good for the Sveijarn middle child. Even if she had seen a glimpse of the nasty side of nature (insects peculiarly), the girl still appreciated the beauty of the outside world. It was truely a shame they would leave the safe heaven of the Creek soon, if Maera would've known so, perhaps she would have made a greater effort to get off her lazy-butt and explore more. Sadly she hadn't known, and even if someone had mentioned it to her, she would've likely forgotten or thought nothing of it. She tended to that, especially when the adult's voice was slow and boring --oops.

Gladly Mommy's was not like that. To Maera it was one of the most beautiful sounds, so when she hummed along to her little made-up tune the mini-Tuwawi couldn't help but fall silent in awe. "Jus' a song, 'bout the sun!" she explained, while filling up her lungs to repeat the song from the top.

A dude named Gali had taught her that word one day, "hot hot hoot!", she sang, thrashing her paws in the air in an erratic manner, "Sun is hot n' pretty like momma!" she squealed before bursting into laughter. It would've been a thousand times funnier if she had known how the maning of hot changed when it was applied to an individual.

It was what the girl reasoned since, when the light rested upon her fur it shined like the sun did, so it only made sense that she was also hot.
Not as if Njal would argue against that anyways..

Getting Mommy's approval on her singing and song-writting skills was like recieving a golden medal. She celebrated with another repeat of the song's chorus before Mommy's nose buried against her belly, sending rippling tickles across her tummy. Inmediately the babe tried to wriggle herself free, though the gentle touch of her mother's muzzle against her skin was short lived, it left the sensation of a million butterflies brushing against her stomach linings.

All the laughing and wriggling had tired her out so when Mommy threatened to eat her, Maera couldn't do anything but bat her paws lazily at her mother's muzzle. Although Maera was a touchy-feely indivudual, she usually did not express her love in physical ways. She was a gentle hear that relied more on sporadic shows of affection.

Still, she had no troubles in craning her neck to reach her mother's snout, and planting an unexpected kiss on her muzzle, specifically on top of the jagged scar that marked one side of her face. Maera did not know what a scar was. She did not know it was an eternal tattoo of the battles fought; and that it wasn't always well seen. To her, it was what made Mommy's face even more beautiful. The excotic and jagged edges of the scar were beautiful to the babe.

And no matter what anyone said, it would always be that way. "I'll eat you" she growled playfully while smearing another kiss on the scar.