disquiet

leave it to me to see i was tagged and then forget -.- sorry !!!

From her seclusion in the grotto she heard the familiar voice of Kierkegaard -- sitting upright from her bed of pelts she cast her ears forwards, trying to decipher from the tone the meaning of the call.

She rose from the dark reaches of the tunnel with a purpose in her step -- and as she met the strident air she suckled back in surprise, overwashed by blinding light and cold. Blinking slowly, she struck towards where she had seen Kierkegaard last -- and as she drew closer her steps slowed and a look of confusion clouded her muzzle. He had a shadow -- a living one -- and she pointedly looked at the dark whelp with skepticism to her muzzle.