Escape from Alcatraz

Baby on the loose! Open for anyone interested in meeting the "princess"

It was time again for their daily nap, but Potema was not interested in sleeping. Her brothers were, as always, but after their playtime, The girl was still full of energy. She was ready to pounce on something, but not her brothers or her mother. The black-furred brother was especially grumpy and not afraid to bite if she annoyed him too much. The mixed color one was too erratic to put any kind of description on his actions, so she simply left him alone to save her the trouble. Her mother wasn't much of a playful person, and her father was no where to be seen, so she was bored.

The princess, as her father called her, crawled her way from under her mother's protective paw and towards the brightness from outside, where all the fun was. The voices had a play in encouraging her to escape the warmth of her mother to the coldness of the world above. The whispers were becoming more prominent as she understood more and more words, though as of right now they were simply ideas rather than statements. And constantly, they told her to go to the whiteness.

And after long moments of crawling her way up the slope towards the entrance, she beheld the coldness of the outdoors once again, though the white wolf was no where to be seen. Temporarily independent, the girl started waddling to an interesting object in the distance: a red berry, shriveled from the cold of winter and fall, yet still holding fast to its bush. This was her first experience with the color, and it held fast to her attention. Squeaking softly, the only female of Meldresi's litter walked towards the potentially dangerous berry, without a care in the word.