She could feel the tension in the air. Eilidh knew little of the world. So far, days have been blue, black, and grey. The red though? The red was new, and it appears mother did not like the red. Eilidh would watch as her mother seemed so bothered, and thus Eilidh figured she should be bothered too.

Mother left the den and Eilidh squeaked for her. Father was still around though, so little Eilidh looked to him with her grey-blue eyes. He spoke then, and she tried to understand all that he was saying. There was something…special about this red?

Eilidh moved and poked her head out of the den. She smacked the ground three times with her front paw - a thing she has done every since the encounter with the grasshopper. It ensured that no harm came to her when she left. She stood just outside the entrance, her eyes looking for mother as father hovered over her.

Eilidh tried to rush forward when mother came home, but father beat her to it. Still, she loped to mother’s front leg and pushed against it as father spoke. ”R-ritual?” she asked curiously, wondering what this could be.