Ocean's Breath Plateau red shell

Yaaaaaaawn!

Puffyn lifted her tiny head, a massive yawn gaping her still-toothless jaws. Her large sunset-hued eyes slowly opened before widening: someone new was in the lodge! Who could it be?

Father's unmistakable alabaster profile was there drawing near, but this stranger was unfamiliar - large, darker. What was happening? She had yet to have any reason to fear others, so curiosity overtook her eager mind, and she lifted her mottled face to get a better look. Reflexively, her little bottlebrush tail began wiggling, her ears folding to the sides in an almost pleading way as she lifted herself onto her elbows, rump dancing to the rhythm of her tail. If only she could stand, she'd be bounding forward, eager to greet the newcomer.

Squeaking yaps were teased from her throat as Father came close, rumbled something, and moved on to do the same to the nearest sibling. 

Hi! Hi! Please? Hi!

Then the other stepped forward. Yes! Yes! Hi! The wriggling resumed with all the more gusto, her yaps increasing in pitch and frequency, only silencing as she tried desperately to lick the new man's nose after he pressed it to her forehead.