All she had known was the warmth of her mother's fur and the milk that came from her too. It was enough to keep the black and gray girl happy. That was until she could notice shapes and the blinding light that seemed to linger around the entrance of the den. There was also the way her mother looked much less like a blob each day but was still mostly blob-ish.
Today, though, she felt like going a bit away from the den's shadowed warmth. Not very far because she liked it here but at least far enough to see what was in that light. Her legs didn't have enough practice so it took a few tries. The first time she came real close to standing before she stumbled right back onto her rump. The second time was a bit more wobbly before she found herself leaning against the den walls. Just like the saying, the third time was the charm. She found her balance a bit better. Her paws carefully moving her body forwards toward the mouth of the den where the light was.
Once she was there and baby blues were looking out into the world she froze. It was bright. Far too bright compared to her mother's fur and the den's shelter. It would take a few minutes for her wide and blinking eyes to adjust.