Two Rivers Isle May these words be the first to find your ears

Her life was no different than any of her siblings: eat, pee, sleep, repeat. Blind and deaf to the world, there really wasn’t much else to it. She should have just chilled like most puppies her age did, but an inkling fear that she was missing out on something crawled through her little mind.

There was more than this! Not that Ines had any concept or words for what that more even was, but she felt and she smelled, more and more each day, and naturally, her desire for other senses — one’s she had no concept for either — began to awaken.

But really though, what right did they have! To stir this desire, without telling her the actions she could take to wrestle it beyond a frustrated shuffle. So Ines would scoot around the warm den floor, until she inevitably bumped into her brothers or sister.