Bearclaw Valley When will you realize Vienne waits for you

a soft squeal burst from ahniska’s round belly, sharp and sudden like a hiccup of sound. it came just as her father said the name—ahniska—a name she did not know, could not know, but something in it struck like a bell inside her little chest.
"ahni."
the shorter sound danced through the den, and ahniska kicked her legs, a happy thump of tiny paws against the warm fur around her. she wiggled, bumping her nose against a sibling’s side, and chirped again, as if to say—yes.
the name belonged to her. she had already decided.