Sun Mote Copse A whole new world

Biskane had already been awake, staring at the glowing orb of the den mouth when she noticed her sister, Nagamo, move. She, herself, had not dared to approach the glowing orb, yet; nerves and excitement somehow rooted her within the den walls, despite how she yearned to touch that light, to feel it. She let out a small whine as the mouth seemed to swallow her sister, Nagamo’s silhouette pausing momentarily to let out a small yip.

The sound was a surge of urgency, a plea for her body to move—and it did. Biskane rose, paws a tad too big slapped the floor of the den as she scrambled to reach her sister. The light grew closer, warmth greeting her, bathing her in a gentle morning light. It was nothing like she thought it would be—it was not a physical orb that she saw, nor was it something that would consume her and her family.

She bumped shoulders with Nagamo, a flick of a lick to the girl’s cheek in greeting. Biskane had noticed her sister’s intense observation, causing Biskane to follow Nagamo’s gaze with her own. There, on a dainty, yellow thing was another…thing. It was pretty, white, and it looked fragile. Bending, she sniffed, testing to see if it held a scent like her.