Disocrdia uncurled from the warmth of her siblings and slipped from the maw of the den. She knew better than to go too far, but she couldn't resist exploring the brush around the den. She had hoped to find something worthwhile to keep her entertained. Paws slightly big for her growing body didn't exactly help navigation, but the girl was determined. Her ears caught the idle chirping of birds, and she followed the sounds curiously bounding through the brush before leaping into a pile of snow, only to watch the birds scatter away. A soft childish growl escaped her as she shook her pelt and slammed a paw on the ground, baring puppy teeth. Her eyes narrowed as she sulked in silence, as she looked around. She was sure the den was around here somewhere...she wouldn't cry out for help. She was a big girl; she could find her way home. Despite a sense of determination, the soft yet brief pinning of her ears did little to hide her worry that she may be in over her head. We weren't helpless. We were just adventuring.

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