Dragoncrest Cliffs Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?

open for anyone of Sapphique, but hoping maybe for immediate family? 

Mother (@Chacal). Sister (@Chani). From them, the blooming bud did not stray far. 

One gave milk, which she drank with thoughtfulness. Both offered warmth and comfort. And as for little Chiro—she did her best to reciprocate (what of it she physically was able, anyways). 

The first days of the girl were quiet ones. There was no reason to yell? Nothing disturbed her... nothing tried to take her life, even after it was only given. So why be obnoxious? Besides, it would only pain her own ears.

Occasionally, Chiro would squirm, venturing farther from her mother's side than she may have liked. And then, of course, when it came to finding her way back... well, that was a struggle. 

On this morn, the child would all but doom herself. Wriggling herself too far, she lost scent and touch of both mother and sister. Lost, alone, terrified. Now this was cause to yell. And yell she did! Loudly! Where had she found herself? And where was the warmth! The sweet milk... the soft nest. It was all gone!