Broken Antler Fen Good, good, now we're making some progress

she's just outside the den. aw

As her body and mind developed into something more than a needy blob, her curiosity about the world around her grew. She grew bored easily these days, constantly searching for something interesting or entertaining. 

She lay in the entrance to the den, settled in the middle of a beam of sunlight that cast its warmth across ground. It heated her fur and left her content and lazy for a few peaceful minutes. But a sound soon piqued her interest, and Hymnal lifted her head, tilting it a little as she stared outside in wonder. She wasn't sure if she had heard it before, but she was suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to figure out what had made it.

She quickly lifted up from the ground and trotted clumsily outside. She stopped and looked around, listening closely for the sound so that she would know where to go. But she hadn't heard it yet, and she lowered her nose to sniff the ground as she took a few more steps.

She froze when she heard the sound again, whipping her head up to stare at the tree from where it had come. Her tail swayed happily behind her as she closed the short distance. She stopped again at the base of the tree and peered up, her eyes bright with interest. A small creature hopped from one branch to the other, making the sound one more time. It was greyish brown, with black spots on its wings. Hymnal thought the creature looked very soft. She wished it would come down and play, but it seemed to only want to sit on the branches of the tall tree. 

She was stubborn, though, and she continued to stare up at the animal while her tail waved behind her; maybe if she held out long enough it would come down to meet her.