Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

All welcome. @Damien

She’d been able to leave the den more and more, able to get farther away from the den than the previous day, and she’d finally gotten far enough away that she couldn’t even see the den. That had been exciting and she’d praised it, at the confusion of either of her parents when they didn’t react in the way she’d hoped. Her goals, often kept to herself, should have been assumed. In the same way she knows things from them they haven’t told her, they should have understood this. Her excitement had turned into frustration and, for the most part, it’s short lived but every morning she continues her morning walk and exploring the surroundings of her den. 

This morning, after her walk and being fed, she’d been left on her own when she’d fallen asleep. Perhaps they didn’t think they’d be gone too long or that she’d been asleep longer, but as she blinked her eyes and looked around to find no one nearby, she feels the sudden thrum of her heart beat a little faster. Qilaq sucks in a breath and searches the den thoroughly, despite the tiny space being easy to see, but greying eyes look anyway. Confirmed they are not inside, she works her way out into the bright, warm sun, and sees no one else nearby. With a huff-turn-hum, the girl plops down in defeat and lowers to the warm earth, rolling over to her side. Her eyes close as the sun soaks into her dark fur, heating up her body to an enjoyable degree.