Moonspear angel

Up to two others welcome; just outside the den.

Sialuk remained silent, sans the occasional whimper, bark, and howl. She didn't babble, she didn't speak, but boy-howdy did she listen. The tiny Ostrega soaked in every last word her parents and others spoke, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her larger-than-appropriate ears were constantly swiveling around, memorizing each word and trying to unravel them into something she could understand.

Today, the little raindrop was feeling especially antsy. Suddenly, the den felt suffocating. She decided she was much too big for it, so as soon as she woke up, she scuttled to the area right outside where she spent much of her time these past couple of weeks. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and although it was a little bit hot, she didn't mind it too much. Her eyes had begun to change from their baby blue, although it would be a few more weeks until they settled into their yellowish color.

Her tongue had healed, although there was a definite lump of scar tissue where she'd bitten it a few weeks back.