Dragoncrest Cliffs after rain

Blixen couldn't understand the confusion and depression Wildfire felt towards her brood. All she wanted was attention, and her requests for it were met most of the time. That little thread of fear, however, remained firmly attached somewhere in her chest and it, too, demanded some sort of resolution. Blixen, being small and undeveloped, had no solution to the problem and so she continued as instinct dictated: her attachment to her mother would keep her alive, and allow her to thrive. All she knew as of yet was that simple fact. 

Wildfire gathered her up and began to bathe her, satisfying Blixen's need. She whimpered and squirmed, but it was not in any attempt to get away. It was the only way she could convey her happiness. She loved her mama, and someday she'd be able to say it out loud. But not today. Her hide was forgotten as she bumped her little head up against Wildfire's chin and warbled a note of joy.