Whitefish River Heart on my sleeve

Ryn was taking a nap, curled up neatly in the very corner of the den.
She liked the feeling of the cool air just about touching her, but her body temperature and the bedding she'd stolen from her Mother's bed kept her warm enough.

Obviously, she'd cuddle with Moonshadow when it was really cold and at night, but this was her nap.
So when she sensed her Mother getting up, her head lifted, spotting her Mother's form looking for them.
The young girl rose and stretched out, yawning wide, before trotting up to her Mother, tail wagging and big paws fumbling.