Qeya River the moon pleaded: stay

the footfalls of sakhmet draw his ears back with a soft twitch and he peers over his shoulder at her, tail wagging. his ears flutter back and he hops up to lick at her chin; excitment and hesitation battling it out and blooming within his chest at her encouragement to step outside the safety of the birth den.

his first step is hesitant, but his confidence quickly grows as he trots along outside, pausing to check out the nearest wildflower budding. he chomps down on it and spits it out quickly before moving onto the next thing; easily distracted in his eagerness to explore and take in everything he can.