Blacktail Deer Plateau The Weeds That Grow Inside of My Heart

Try as she might to stand still when Hawkeye turned to her, the cub danced fervently in place, stopping only long enough to receive affection and return it in the form of a few subservient chin licks. Unbeknownst to Saēna, she was not the first pup to escape the rendezvous site without an adult's consent, and hadn't gone the furthest by a long shot, although she believed she was the only “bad girl” who broke the rules.

“Ma, wha's hooooo-keeeey?” she asked with her little nose scrunching up and her brows furrowing at how weird the word sounded. She picked up new words keenly, repeating them endlessly for sometimes days on end just because they sounded interesting. This word, sadly, would be no different. She would butcher the context countless times, but that was entirely beyond the point, because she needed to know what it meant no matter how quickly she would forget.