Kvitrafn had also dreamed of pretty rocks that pulsed and glowed, of changing worlds her tiny mind could not begin to fathom, and of a voice she scarcely recognized as one of her own. She wouldn’t know what any of it meant, but when she awoke, it was not with fear or worry or even concern. Rather, it was curiosity that sparked behind fluttering lashes as she roused herself to the sound of her sibling’s scream.

ROCKS.

The word was a booming sound within her ears, rattling her teeth as her jaws parted wide, and a muted yawn escaped her throat.

It would take Kvit a few seconds longer before her chubby legs tumbled out of the darkness of their den, and her eyes would peer into the shadows of the day and spy her sister and her mother.

She stumbled forward with a pep in her step and a breathy exhale forming words atop her lips: Roooccckkksss.

Her tail waved behind her.

She was here to join the exploration.