The Sunspire dear child (i've been dying to reach you)

On her back, Deshyr allowed a leisurely stretch – the kind that went down straight to her toes before she went limp. Her puppy jaws opened in a yawn, eliciting a tiny whine that was more like a moan. With sleepy eyes, the girl tilted her head to the side, catching a glimpse of her father – and noting with instant intrigue that he harboured something in his grasp.
 
With little time wasted, the dark agouti girl was on her paws, though they were still not so nimble. Swaggering over to her dad, she stared intently at the stick. “Miii miiine,” she chirped, her teeth then moving to her target, ready to simply take what she expected her father to give her.