Bearclaw Valley Like a rushing waterfall

Desna let out a soft squeak when she was picked up. It was a squeak of relief but also of shock. She hadn't expected to be lifted of the ground. Once she learned what was going on she was fine. She turned her head, making fat rolls appear on her neck, to sniff who was carrying her. It was grey daddy, not white daddy. She was more than happy and turned limp in the male's jaws. She was glad that she was being carried. Her legs were tired. It didn't take long for her to just pass out from all the excitement and the scare she had to go through. The swaying motion somehow helped too. A soft hum came from her lips.