Broken Antler Fen stardust

Her progress was slow going. Her sister's cry didn't reach her ears really, although she knew the form following her as her sister. It was different than the boys were - both brothers that she was familiar with but couldn't say that she understood love at all, or anything truly. She could feel warmth nearby and while she felt the world between herself and her father was cold, it didn't deter her. 

Pudgy limbs pushed on, head bobbing a bit as her tail served as a rudder to help guide her some; Nova wouldn't stop. She was determined. She didn't know exactly where she was going but she wasn't going to stop - eventually she might have found herself curled against her father's plush side, but, she had no foresight to hope for such a thing.