Sun Mote Copse Take me home where I belong

Everything was so blurry. Not cool. She frowned at the vague shapes, seeing one moving and then feeling the soft touch of Father upon her little body. She swallowed the desire to cry, instead focusing on what she could see. There was black, brown, white... Then came the gold of Mother. She was better to make out against the muddy backdrop of the den and baby Nellie crawled her way over to her.