Arrow Lake fighting her own battles

first steps and some light babbling thread. open to anyone. :-) fast-forwarded to: june 1st-ish.

rain fell like a soft, light symphony outside the mouth of the den, the peek of the world outside that praimfaya could get wasn't totally grey but it wasn't sunny either and she lets out a 'hmph' and turns back to face blodreina and the leftovers of breakfast where she'd left it half eaten. she wants to venture outside the birthing den, to see the world outside these earthen walls ...but her immobility and vulnerability made that impossible. though she hadn't yet started speaking and there were many concepts her parents spoke of that she couldn't grasp, praimfaya was beginning to grow an awareness of some concepts and words. she understands that praimfaya ( despite that her hearing still isn't at it's peak yet ) means her; as well as that word, the one that she feels in the marrow of her bones, that sends chills down her spine when she hears blodreina speak it, even as muddied as her hearing still is. wanheda. she doesn't know what it means to her, or to the others who call her by it but there is an archaic sense that it is important. powerful.

she thinks of army crawling her way back to blodreina, to finish her breakfast but instead pushes herself into a sitting position with some effort. she watches her mother with a half-lidded expression as blodreina shifts and the pair — mother and daughter — fix each other in a level stare both anticipating something from the other. komba raun, praimfaya. comes blodreina's encouraging tone. praimfaya's black, leathery nostrils flare and she lifts her head imperiously, letting out a small yawn but otherwise content to stay seated despite the pressure to do otherwise.

go to her, commander. a toothy quirk of praimfaya's lips is given as she pushes herself onto all four of her paws, swaying a little as she figures out how to settle her weight evenly. she is patient with herself, even as she takes a step and her legs tremble and threaten to give out on her. still, she persists, clumsily making her way back to blodreina, pressing against her nomon for support when she teeters on her feet again.