Broken Antler Fen chill out, what you yellin' for?

She never wandered far from mama, and when mama left the den, the little girl wailed. Today marked the first step towards an anomaly that would soon become her norm: little Jasmine left the den.

The ginger girl had watched her brother crawl into the daylight in these recent days. Left, and returned, in safety more than once. She had crawled to the edge between her world and the unknown and had sat, watching, but to venture outside?

She had never been so brave.

But today she crawled out from beneath the shadows and slunk into the sunlight. Body low to the ground and milky eyes sweeping the grass for any signs she should bare fangs and bolt.