Moonspear too much of a good thing

Something was different today. Lyra wasn't quite sure what had changed but, as she roused from sleep, she sensed something was different. Her eyes were still shut tightly as she rolled and squeaked, desperately trying to find a comfortable position to fall back into so she could drift off again, but her efforts were in vain. Her mind and muscles slowly kicked into gear as she woke fully, and the dark child began to work her stubby legs, eagerly calling out for one who gave them warmth and food.

She stopped only when another touched her side, warm just like their mother but much, much smaller. She was unaware that the other had gained some semblance of sight — her own eyes refusing to open for the time being — and was now exploring yet another new thing added to their tiny world. The girl wiggled to touch her nose to her sister, poking and prodding her soft fur curiously.