Moonspear jade and obsidian

she had recovered quickly; it took little for her fierceness to return. alongside her family, she gained strength, and while she did, she grew. her round little form stretched and grew until she looked less like a potato and more like what she was meant to be; legs growing long, muzzle growing snippy and ears pricked atop her head to catch whatever sound passed her by. 

she woke tucked beside the form of @Olive, and immediately let her state of wakefulness be known by a screeching call. it was night; a time in which she ought to be sleeping, and yet was not, could not. wakefulness had barrelled into her like a steam engine, and there was no going back to sleep now. blinking rapidly until her vision cleared from foggy sleepiness to the clearness with which she now saw the world, she peered out into the world shrouded by dark. she did not know particularly what had woken her, nor did she care; instead, she determined that she ought to be doing something. 

she lurched to her feet ungainly and immediately made for the entrance of the den, desire to leave fierce. she moved as quickly as a month old pup could, heading into a straight line into the Unknown.