Cute little snacks

The little puppy princess was far from her den this time. She leapt in the puddles of snow as it began to thaw. The days were still cool, but they were slowly growing warm, leading to the new season that Potema had never encountered before: spring. Until then, Potema's Arctic blood, a gift from her now absent father reveled in this frozenness.

Eventually, the girl was close to the edge of her tiny world, and beyond the dark canopy she had been born underneath, she saw a bright light unfamiliar to her. Besides that light, she saw something else unfamiliar. A cat. A lynx. The young girl tilted her head, unable to identify such a creature. "Widdle wolf?" was her only explanation.