Lion Head Mesa dreams of the world

toula looked to see her mother come to her, and a little note for her brother sounded then, too. she was happiest when they three were all together. toula was never without him for very long. but her mother was then behind her, tall and mighty and wonderful. her seeing was better now, and toula found her mother very striking.
she liked the way that her mother sat. it was slow, and pretty, and toula made to move the same way... though her hinds had not the strength her mother did, and the way she fell upon her hindquarters was with far less ceremony despite the effort. still, toula felt she had done rather well, and beamed up at her mother. her attentions had shifted, and as her mother spoke toula was distracted again, now by her lovely sounds.
ooooooo, toula dragged the note out, eeee... she turned her head, distracted a third time by the light beyond. toula rose and turned to face outside, letting out a sharp bark to meet the world with. her mother behind her, and her brother near, toula was emboldened. should her mother not stop her, toula would gather herself before taking her first step into the beyond.