Broken Boulder whole damn thing's covered in dirt

she isn’t allowed to eat. her face scrunches up at her mother, ears twitching upon her head when she hears the growl. the word means nothing to her. her ears only fully opened yesterday! most sounds are still muffles and the concept of language is lost to the poor child. brilliance shuffles to her feet and takes several steps away from queenie, glancing around at the other hazy figures in the den. tiny, magenta tongue slips over her muzzle, anxiously waited until she’s allowed to finally eat.