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

The sound that came from the pretty wolf was new... did mama ever make that sound? Jasmine tipped her head, and though she stayed her safe distance away, her baby eyes brimmed with a guarded, yet curious, stare.

She didn't really understand what the golden stranger said. Her ears were not yet tuned to many of her words, except some. Mama, stranger, good. She strung these together to piece together some semblance of understanding. How close she understood the stranger's true intent was questionable - but she knew this woman spoke like sunlight, and light was something she trusted more than the dark.

When the stranger stopped talking, the sunspots blinked out, one by one, so that Jasmine's mind was a veil of shadows once again.

She wanted the lights, which sparked in ways no one's voice had ever done - not even mama's - and the child crawled forward, hunched to the ground, and wide eyes staring upward - until she was close enough she could reach with a paw towards the sun maiden's mouth.

Some prompt, for her to say more.