Sun Mote Copse Like the dawn

Nagamo was marginally less fidgety than her brother. She wiggled around between her mother's shoulders. In time, her fawn fur would lighten to golden-cream, but for the moment she could have blended into her pelt--if only for the large, twitching ears and bright eyes that kept blinking. Unable to verbalize her curiosity about what was happening around her, she settled for a confused whine now and then.