Dragoncrest Cliffs Cordierite

In a very short three weeks, Sequoia had gone from a blob to something resembling an itsy-bitsy wolf. Her eyes had opened, she had started eating things other than milk, and just a day prior, her ears had really opened up. None of these things were all at once, mind you. Her eyes opening had been a painfully slow process, letting in a little bit more light over the course of two or three days. Now, though, her eyesight was fairly good, the sounds seemed less muffled, and she had actually started to crave solid food from time to time.

Seq ambled her way out of the puppy pile, presently attempting to crawl on top of her mother. The going was slow, but so long as Portia didn't move around too much, Sequoia was pretty sure she could swing it. She was determined to explore as far as her little body would let her.