Broken Antler Fen hope

she can be skipped for now

Hymnal stared at the three older pups from where she was comfortably perched between her father's front legs. They were here all the time now, but she hadn't been able to figure out why. They smelled different at first, which had caused the sensitive girl some distress before she adjusted. Now they smelled familiar, and she found them very curious. She could often be found snuggled up to mom or dad while she watched them carry on. 

And today, things seemed tense. Their parents' tones made her want to be quiet and listen even though she didn't quite understand what was being said. She understood mother and sleep—and love; she knew that word well. But the rest of the words were gibberish. Still, she watched, her gaze moving over everyone present. 

But being so young meant that her energy never lasted very long. Soon she felt very tired. Hymnal yawned and snuggled closer to dad, swiftly falling asleep as she liked to do.