Duskfire Glacier one heart going both directions

It was all so overwhelming. Previously snug and warm within the safety of her mother's body where she'd grown, the world beyond was intimidating. With the discovery of her own ability to move, she felt only the desire to seek safety. She scooted across the furs and nesting material scattered on the cavern floor, but her unused limbs tired quickly.

A guardian's touch came from above, gentle and reassuring, and the newly-named Wayfarer settled with soft mewls. Entirely unaware of the stress unfolding at her back, the tiniest Duskfire tried and failed to lift her oversized head in attempt to better explore Dad's muzzle.