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Eimear was tangled in the furs lining her den, one foreleg draped over her eyes. In the darkness it was hard to tell if she heard her mother, but after a long moment her ears swiveled toward the den's entrance. It took a long moment for the lanky girl to extract herself from the den, but she finally did it. Blinking and yawning, the dust-colored girl stood a moment in the early morning light and allowed herself to adjust. Then she headed toward her mother's voice, her usual peppy gait somewhat demure this early in the morning.

When her mother appeared in the glade, Eimear smiled softly and nuzzled her mother's chin. G'morn Mama, she said softly, settling against her mother's legs while they waited for the rest of her siblings.