Silver Creek there is a blur beyond the white

Something came in and blocked the offensive light, much to Soni's thanks. It smelled familiar, though not to the same degree as her mother who she remained beside. Of course, she knew the wolf as nothing more than a mobile bottle, but that was beside the point. Although she was taken aback by the sudden touch of another (who was recognized as one of her siblings once she came close enough), Soni soon relaxed into it and the shaking of her body halted. 

Then the large thing spoke which reignited her fear. A small growl (more of a monotone whine) fell from her lips, preceding a tiny yip. There was nothing before her but white, as if a smoke screen had been placed directly over her eyes, hiding from her the beauty of the world. Perhaps this issue would solve itself in the coming weeks, but perhaps not. For now, all Soni knew was the blur beyond the white and the other tiny potatoes who had managed to break it.