Blackwater Islands secondsight

It was the time of night when they usually slept, bellies full and minds exhausted from the day. But Morgra did not feel tired. She felt restless and her eyes followed the shadows that danced along the walls. They stopped their exploration when they met the two-toned gaze of her mother.

The pale girl watched and when the listener leaned in, she placed her tiny white paw on the dark, velvet muzzle. Of all things that pulled at her curiously,  her mother was of most interest to her. Morgra would watch her and now that she was becoming mobile, she often tried to follow her from the den. 

The little druid was mystified by her mother.