Golden Glade Only Miss The Sun When It Starts To Snow

Sorrel had been asleep during the entirety of her brother's little shamble. It was only when his hefty body jarred against her own did she wake up, protesting with a disgruntled squeal as she aimed a friendly swipe at his flank. "Keeeeraa!" She yawned, stretching out her hind legs as she draped herself over his grounded figure. She was still hazy from sleep, her bright blue eyes half shut, yet restlessness was something she was prone to.

It took a while of head shaking and quick blinks before Sylvas came into focus, his face a familiar playground for the youngster. Emmitting a series of excited squeaks, Sorrel leapt from her groggy post beside Eden and bounded towards her father, paws wrapping round his foreleg as her jaws knower affectionately at his rough fur in a sort of wolfish hug. Surely dad would give her some fuss. .