Swiftcurrent Creek she's walking on fire

for anyone! *lures those who haven't met Mae*

Days went by in a flash. Even for the month-old baby it was going by too fast --but that could be due to the fact she slept away every almost 2/3rds of the day. When the sleeping beauty did wake up, either her brothers had already ended their game or daddy had come home tired, wanting to nap. She had noticed that every time she woke, her equilibrium was a tad better and her sight a bit clearer.

Another thing she had noticed was that mommy hadn't come home in what to her felt like three eternal naps. This made the puppy pout, since when she woke the first thing she did was look for Tuwa. Although finding daddy instead was equally rewarding. He hadn't been around a lot when the babes where just milk filled balloons --though if he had it was unlikely they'd remember..

Today had been no different. As soon as she opened her eyes she searched for a moutain of red, but it was not there. She stood up and marched to the entrance of the den, she had been out only two times before but today she was craving fresh air. As she stepped out and began stomping on the front garden her eyes fell upon a tiny mound of dirt that inmidiately reminded her of the cake she had once made for mommy.

Excited at the idea to play baker again she lowered her head to give the little mountain a closer inspection. What she found blew away her young mind. Even smaller creatures crawled around the dough, going to and fro at the top of her cake mix. Maera though they'd make the greatest addition to her dessert so with no second thoughts she sinked her paws in the anthill.

At first stepping on the little pile of dirt was no different from the other time. She flung little bits to the side, delighted to have found the thing.But everything changed in a matter of seconds.

The tiny creatures she had thought to be so amusing had covered her toes and climbed up her sleeves. But that wasn't the problem, as they covered her skin she began to feel like her arms grew hotter; until the sting became unbearable.

This was no cake. It was a spicy curry Maera literally couldn't get her paws off!