Moonspear 25 days

A gentle nip to her cheek, and then Mira was being hustled out the den. Her one working eye squinted at the bright sunlight that surrounded them now... she did not like it, and was not good at hiding the grimace on her face. Though she wished to return to the den, she would bear this hell however long it was necessary until her mother might be satisfied. For now she sat still, not as eager to run and play as siblings might be, only wishing this might be over sooner rather than later.