Morningside Cuesta and I don't look good in leggings

her ears perked atop her head, alert, as the girl began to move. she didn't want to do anything that would end up harming the girl, as alien and unfamiliar as she was to Dawn. the girl rolled over, hardly a graceful move, displaying her underbelly with all four paws stirring the air above her. carefully, Dawn poked the girl's stomach with her nose, exhaling sharply with a huff, grin coming to her muzzle as the girl's tiny blue gaze found her face.