Northstar Vale wood honey

Zulema's days were full of warmth, comfort, and a full stomach. She did not know anything else, experiencing her world through vibrations, smell, and the sensation of her family around her. Her cries were always eased by the tongue of her mother, her troubles always small. Zulema was familiar of the with the rumbles of the voices around her. However, now there was a shift in the world she'd known, she could see.

Even though her vision was fuzzy, the face of her mother had come into view. Excitement bubbled within Zulema. She was just as excited to see the appearance of her siblings as well, the rust colors of their coats, and their small bodies. Weak squeals and yips were her only response to her newfound sight, finding herself in complete wonder of her beautiful mother, who's features were framed by the light offered from the mouth of the den.