Golden Glade sorrel

Eden was stricken with awe by the sweet innocence of Sorrel's movements. Seeing how she kneaded at the fur on her mother's paw signaled an affectionate nuzzle and lick to the head, before Eden was moving the girl back to her teat. There you are, she cooed, though her voice was thick with lethargy and aching. 
Already had Sorrel proven the smaller of the litter (Kieran was at least twice his sister's size) thus Eden made it a priority to make sure that she had her fair share of milk as well. Soon, she might let their father into the den, but for now, she needed this time alone to adjust.