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.

yesbaa looked up upon hearing a grumble, and was met not with papa but — aunt meleeys!

heehee, the girl chirped, plopping onto her behind. a boisterous laugh erupted from behind aunt. oh! there was father! yesbaa found the energy to stand again and tumbled after her father. she dove into the fat of his belly the moment he dared laying down, sinking in the warmth before turning to aunt meleeys once again.

she did not know what it meant to stand against men, but it must be an incredible feat if father spoke so highly of it! may she be just as incredible as her aunt.