Whitefish River You are an eye-catcher, mom.

Prim wasn't really registering what she saw, since they were mostly blurs. Automatically she closed her eyes once more, not really registering the voice that was talking to her. She wasn't able to respond back to her mother simply because her ears were not yet at that stage. With her eyes open there wasn't much difference than with her eyes closed, especially since she was in a dark den. The girl let out a gurgle and yawned. Tiredness swept her, and the girl was quick to doze off into a dreamless sleep.