Stone Circle a robin said: the spring will never come,

The young girl had survived until now. She was still small compared to her siblings but Arlette didn't know that. She wasn't aware how small or big she was. She was mostly focussed on staying close to the warmth around her and definitely making sure that she could reach any of the milk whenever she wanted. She often stayed close to the biggest source of warmth. There were some other sources giving off heat as well but they moved too often for her liking. She only used them when the steady one wasn't around for a bit.

Sometimes there was another steady one she could curl against but strangely she couldn't find any milk. So she registered that scent as the non-milk giver. Just like the other two that moved so much. They didn't give milk either. Which would only leave one scent and the girl made sure to nestle right back against the milk-giver.

Arlette's eyes hadn't opened yet. Her world was still dark around her. She didn't mind, she thought this was normal. She could sense were the others were and could smell them as well. All very familiar scents. The young female unknowingly was saved from the 'attack' her sister launched, for now. She felt movement but she just tugged herself more against the big warmth, feeling sleepy.