Ocean's Breath Plateau your voice echoes in the distance

Angel Oak didn't know her name yet, but she knew the sound of her mother's voice. She pushed herself to her forepaws and yawned wide, wide, wider — and by the time she'd expended that effort, she felt almost ready for another nap! The girl blinked pearly blue eyes at the two shapes in the mouth of the den, but though she did not recognize one of them, she'd never encountered danger before. She assumed that this would be just as pleasant as the rest of her life had been.

She toddled forward two or three steps before falling flat on her face. One might expect so young a girl to cry, at this point. Angel only snored, for she had fallen asleep once more.