Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

Yet another day and Elke felt herself growing stronger, smarter. She could run for longer (and without falling), had better balance (with her sister's help actually by keeping her on her toes and teaching her to think fast), understood more of her mother's words and could speak the words better herself. Whilst her sister was more then likely to hone in on her physical traits, Elke stuck to learning the world around her. 

With her sister otherwise occupied, Elke moved along the open flats at the mouth of their cavern. She had rolled and stretched out in the sunlight, had scrapped and chewed at the bark of a tree and now sniffed at some particularly enticing herb. Her name called and the word 'come' being given by her father had now fully lifted ears perked. She turns her baby blues into the direction of his dark figure, something large and long in his jaws. A stick? But it didnt smell like one... So she eased up to her sister's side to sniff and investigate curiously.