Bearclaw Valley No More.

This was the furthest Nanook had ever wandered from the rendezvous by herself, and she met everything with a wide-eyed stare. Every rock and swaying leaf, the little bugs that buzzed around her. She leapt and snapped at one, but the flying thing zipped away and her teeth clicked on air. Nanook scowled when she hit the ground, but the bug was quickly forgotten in favour of a new thing. Her gaze darted skyward again.

She'd seen clouds of all sizes before, but always fluffy and round. These ones were different, and Nanook couldn't take her eyes away. Row upon row stretched across the sky, like someone had twisted up their cotton fluff and lined them up. Or like someone had scored their claws through their huge fluffy bodies and had only left shreds behind. Or like a ton of wiggly worms, or super long tails -

Transfixed by the sky, Nanook ambled on, oblivious to the shift in terrain, the lengthening of the grass. The white giants of the sky had her mesmerized with questions and silly theories, so much so that she failed to notice the white giant on the ground. Oof! Nanook slammed sideways against her mother's back and ricocheted. She stumbled over her paws and landed on her side with a thump on the grassy ground. A burst of dust buffed around her, and Nanook blinked in a daze. She gave a rapid shake of her head, mind still partly in the clouds.