Dragoncrest Cliffs after rain

Blixen worked the hide between her tiny milk teeth until the bulk of her mother shifted, and turned away. Something in her heart twisted painfully, but she couldn't understand exactly what it was. Primal fear shot down her spine and she stared across the space with a wail threatening to escape her lungs. Instead, the noise came out muted and garbled thanks to the hide still shoved in her mouth. She spat it out and warbled a note—she desired, above all else, attention from her mother. The hide lay forgotten, half-pinned beneath her small frame.