Neverwinter Forest Out and about

Since the puppers are a month old I figured Eimear could get in a little trouble. Open to anyone near the den!

Things had not gotten much better for the pack as a whole. Eimear was still struggling for a good long sleep, her siblings still kicked at her every time she felt safe and secure next to the lump that was Mom, and her tummy ached. She did not know why these things happened or why they kept happening, only that she was uncomfortable, and somehow it had to stop. Perhaps this need was what got her up on her feet? She was roaming farther from Mom's warm belly fur than ever before!

At first she was indignant. One too many kicks to the head can cause that, y'know. Then, as she wobbled on her new legs and gracelessly stumbled with her oversized paws through the dust and light, Eimear became enthralled. The light from outside the den was calling to her! It danced as she did. It was warm and sweet smelling, like her mother. As she passed from the safe haven in to the unknown world beyond, the little girl loosed an awed little gasp as her big blue eyes bore witness to the world outside.

Then she tripped on herself and fell flat on her face.