Sawtooth Spire All that you are is all that I'll ever need.

There was a grumble in the little snow's throat, a pleasurable sound to the affection of her mother. Whilst her sister was much more interested in knowing the new man they had majorly known by scent and voice, Elke was content to stay close to whom she knew well and trusted- her mother. 

Scrambling to her little paws, Elke nods silently to her mother's words and finds herself plopping back in a lazy sit, which would have her spine leaning against her mother's side as those paled cloudy blue eyes stared up at the world around her.