Broken Antler Fen Minuet of forest

Hoping for @Eljay, @Maia, or @Hymnal!

In the past month, Sylvie had grown like a weed. She had transformed from a bean-like blob and into something that resembled a tiny wolf. She could see, hear, and had even begun to babble—as excitedly as enthusiastically as Maia spoke whenever she told a story. 


It was a windy and bleary afternoon. The sky was dark and ominous; a thunderstorm was imminent. Yet, despite the warning signs, Sylvie laid outside of the den. She laid on her belly, looking at the clouds overhead as her little tail wagged from side to side.