Hushed Willows Our faces blue

Prialux spent more and more time outside than in the den. This was her safe zone, safe from Amara's nonchalance and safe from everything else in the world, as well. The rest of the territory was off limits, but soon, the cubs would begin to wander throughout the pack lands, and she would do so with all the gusto of Dora the Explorer. She was already showing signs of an insatiable desire to see new things, as evidenced by how readily she inspected everything around her.

Today it was a frosty leaf. The weather got mighty cold at night, and though she was mostly unaware of it due to the heat her small family generated, it left the leaves limned with a cold, bright whiteness that she took a keen interest in. She'd smelled it. She'd tasted it. She'd touched it, and stared at it, and chewed on it, and done just about everything else a toddler would do with an object of interest. There was almost nothing left to do with the frost on the leaves, but still she waddled over to every frost-lined leaf in her vicinity with wonder, uttering obnoxiously loud squeals of, "oooooh!" each time she found another one.