Cen mayhaps? but family (all of them) and packmates welcome!

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despite hesitating at first to stumble out of the whelping den, yesbaa toddled after anyone her blue eyes landed on. any tall stalk of legs were enough for the girl to follow. but she knew which were the silver legs of mother, and which belonged to others. only mother's legs had food, probably. she had never thought to check.

now, she followed a tall set; they were all tall, but these legs was stockier than most. and they were familiar to her, enough for the girl to feel comfortable to weave between them, and to hide underneath the long shadow the familiar adult casted. all the while, a smile brightened her face.

Meleys grunted as one of five tiny niece/nephews scrambled under her footing, brushing along a descended belly, stirring with life of their own. She stumbles in her step - easy to do these days - but steadies herself quickly enough on long, study black limbs.

Head lowering and comically so, she sticks her head between her forwards to take a peak up-side-down at the intruder of her dark bubble.

Yesc'ebaa. She grumbles to the little girl. Who was, quite frankly, a rather beautiful thing. White with black face, opposite of herself, in face.

[under the trio of watchful eyes, chieftain and darkfang observed the first excursion of yesc'ebaa from the snow shelter. it stunned him how very swiftly a child grew from a suckling round thing with shut eyes to this toddling bit of caribou fluff. ha! you see? many brothers make a strong sister, smirked the sun chief, for it was true. even at their ages, he still admired meleys, though this was never open admission. learn from your aunt. she will tell you what it is to stand with men and against them. he lay down across the frigid clearing to block any further forays, glancing childishly at his sister to see how she would react.]

under the trio of watchful eyes, chieftain and darkfang observed the first excursion of yesc'ebaa from the snow shelter. it stunned him how very swiftly a child grew from a suckling round thing with shut eyes to this toddling bit of caribou fluff.
ha! you see? many brothers make a strong sister, smirked the sun chief, for it was true. even at their ages, he still admired meleys, though this was never open admission. learn from your aunt. she will tell you what it is to stand with men and against them.
he lay down across the frigid clearing to block any further forays, glancing childishly at his sister to see how she would react.