Ankyra Sound i've stood in the dark, been waiting all this time

no such heavy thoughts burdened chireille today. she clambered over her maman, all four of her pointy feet seemingly pressing into each organ. she'd learned this was a game: she'd climb, maman would shake - sometimes, she might even land on a screaming miralyn.

upended just as she reached the shoulderblade mountain, chireille sank gracelessly. her new object of attention was the white on her maman's paw. hungry eyed and imbued with the bullish determination only a puppy could master, chireille chomped.