Hushed Willows Series of unfortunate events

The creamy pup scooted and scooted across the floor. She then squinted her eyes as a figure came into view at least lightly. The sun mad it very hard to see; it hurt. Her ears were not fully open but they had begun to and a sweet sound vaguely was heard by the pup. Her long journey made her hungry and her first thought was Mother the one that fed her. That gave her more devotion to get closer. Almost on her feat she got up only to plop right back down. But she was closer to the wolf and let out a soft whine.