Hideaway Strath when we arrive, sons and daughters

As Lotte had hoped, Eirlys discerned that despite her trepidation, she had nothing to fear. Her trembling quit and her breath came more easily; she bumbled away from her mother and gave her downy fur a mighty shake that knocked her off balance and had her plopping unceremoniously down in a clot of grass taller than she was. The rush of air produced by her slight weight sent the fluff of a dandelion flying high and wide, and Eirlys giggled even as her eyes fought to track each spindle with limited success. She yapped at them, prancing with exaggerated steps through the grass that she wasn’t altogether sure she liked, but soon grew distracted with the appearance of her father. A rush of affection for Arturo billowed within her tiny breast, overflowing her growing heart, and she switched her target from the dandelion fluff to his forelegs, her skinny body still so clumsy upon her paws that by the time she got halfway to him she was being called away again.

A scent she didn’t understand filled the air, and her attention was piqued by it. Oversized ears shot forward upon her skull as she looked from Arturo to Lotte, then back again. The tule kotiin call decided her, and she spun around to run back toward her mother, black nose quivering as she regarded the fragrant miniature mountain that filled her with hunger but not so much with understanding. Boldly she moved forward, not really sure what to do with the stuff she didn’t have a name for, her hackles prickling with a measure of unease.