Bearclaw Valley What an eyeopener!

Her sister's bossy squeak only goaded her on. She could do as she pleased, and Nanook pulled in and out faster now, without a care that the blurring world made her head reel. So much brightness, so much to see! Her mind exploded with everything, and she pawed at her face to cover her eyes - darkness - before opening them again with a squeal of delight. She controlled the blackness now, and she blinked her eyes open and closed, flashing between dark and light and taking in everything in case this new thing didn't last forever.

Hearing another noise from her sister akin to her own cries of surprise, Nanook staggered her spinning gaze to the other pup and felt a gurgle of a laugh steal her. Older pups might have rushed to console the disoriented child, but Nanook couldn't help herself. The sight of her sister toppled over on the ground switched something in the little pup's brain, and the den - once filled with her shrieks and cries - now echoed with her euphoric yips. Desna was quickly righted, of course, by the milk-giver, and Nanook wobbled over to paw at her sister's face, aiming to touch the things she deemed the sight-givers. She couldn't stop herself if she tried, and beelined at her sister with a one-track pursuit. If she touched the sight-givers, could she feel sight, too?