Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

to her utter disdain, the warmth of her mother vanished just as wakefulness was beginning to touch the girl. upset! it was hot and fierce and sudden and in an attempt to contend with this new emotion she used all the strength in her small, underdeveloped body to flail wildly. but alas! she moved an inch, and then another, and up and down —those two simple, so incredibly important sensations— were confused with one another. the ground beneath her was colder than the absence of her mother, and she was moving the furthest she'd moved in all her life. fear! a paw stuck to her muzzle and her maw yawned open and clutched it tight, all the while emptying her pitiful bowels as she rolled ever further on, at a pace that felt utterly terrifying but more closely resembled the gentle fall of a dandelion's puff. her previously carefully cleaned pelt is marred by debris and the products of her leaking bowel, but she rolls steadily on towards the pair.