Blacktail Deer Plateau Bye, baby Bunting, daddy's gone a-hunting

Forward dated to the 17th because I'm bored of Saēna having no senses! Only those realistically allowed to see them please!

The transition from sightlessness to sight was seamless. One day, Saēna could do nothing but wriggle her nose and kick her feet and wobble on shaky baby legs occasionally, and the next she could blink and look about with startlingly blue eyes. Nothing that she saw made any sense to her. She could make out shades of light and dark, but everything was much too hazy, and her brain was incapable of truly comprehending any of it. The result was that she had already forgotten she couldn't see before, and this blurry half-sight was the newest "norm". It had always been this way, right?

Although it was a completely insignificant development as far as Saēna was concerned, it would elicit a strong sigh of relief from the parents. From the moment her eyes opened, Saēna's activity level had suddenly peaked, and now it was all they could do to make the little babe sit still. Where she had previously done nothing but sluggishly lay on the den floor, she was now making use of her noodle-like legs to stand and wobble around. Within days she would master standing, and within days of that would master walking around, but presently it was a comical sight. The young patchy pup would stand, wobble uncertainly and stare around with widened eyes, then lift one leg awkwardly and tumble onto her face. When she did manage to take a step, she often smashed into the dark bodies of one of her cousins. Their fur made them practically invisible on the den floor to her terrible eyes. She could just barely make out Pura, and often flopped onto him as a target, when she wasn't hitting the floor.

After the dozenth time of falling on her face and bumping her nose painfully on the packed earth, the pup began to wriggle in the dirt, whipping her lengthening tail back and forth and staring up at the dark (and therefore practically invisible) ceiling of the den. Her mouth was opened wide in a toothless grin at an extremely gratifying sensation upon her back (scratching an itch), and though she couldn't yet laugh properly, she was able to elicit a series of cough-like little whimpers that signalled her glee over something.