Redtail Rise XX

Her eyes opened in the early hours of the morning, but her vision would not become clear for many days. Everything around her was a dark, blurred mess, but she could see! There, her mother's slumbering form, bright in the darkness of the whelping den. And there, her brother. Thursday's Dawn let out a little gurgle as she rolled over and got to her feet. Her legs were not yet sturdy enough to support her in a stand, and she stumbled, tripping over herself.

Then, a noise from the opening of the den, a strange snuffling that instantly drew the girl's attention. She began to make her way, crawling towards the sound.