Seaside Moors there, silhouetted under an eastern star

a little mouse; solaire blinked as a listener, quiet and curious. mouse. sometimes she saw the little rodents skitter past the entrance of the den... but knew nothing or how to hunt them, or that she ought to, and had never made a move against them. at the second remark from her mother, solaire laughed an infantile giggle. maman, i wanna learn how to get dousman souris too... she requested shyly, shifting her paws on the ground, though her gaze was hopeful and tail wagged with anticipation.