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60 ° F, 16 ° C
Risaela was a quiet pup. Even as a tiny, blind creature, she made far less noise than most. She didn't even try to copy sounds or squeak when happy or excited. So when she woke in the early hours of morning that day, it was no surprise that it was silently. Puppy-blue eyes opened to the familiar darkness of the den, where she had been dozing pressed into her mother's tawny pelt. The puppy who was like her but also wasn't her - her sibling - was likely snoozing on their mother's other side. They were both still sleeping.
A bubble of excitement rose in the tiny child's chest - that was good, because she'd been trying to find her way out of the dark for several days now, and had always been stopped by her caretaker or her littermate making noise. But she could get out now, quiet and sneaky-like. The little, silvery-tawny girl extricated herself from her mother's side and teetered over toward where the light was filtering inside the den. It was a big hole - kind of like what it looked like when her mom opened her mouth really wide when she got too sleepy, but with light instead of teeth and a tongue.
It took a few moments for her wobbly legs to carry her over to the den's entrance, and wide blue eyes squeezed shut at the difference in illumination. She wasn't sure exactly what she was looking at - things were blurry when they got too far away - but there was a lot of color that looked close to what was on her fur. She thought she'd heard her mother refer to it as gray, and if so, there was a lot of gray outside. And it smelled a lot different from inside the den; she wasn't sure exactly why. Her nose twitched softly, trying to take it in, and she took a tentative step out into the new world she'd found.
Rissy almost made a surprised sound at the wet that grazed her nose, but it was similar to the baths her mother would give her with her tongue; only cooler to the touch. It certainly wasn't unpleasant, however, and the puppy lacked the common sense to be scared of new situations. So, she bravely toddled her way out of the den, a tiny, delighted gasp escaping her when the light wetness coated her fur. This was great! She couldn't understand why her mom wouldn't want her to go out of the dark, now that she'd come out into the light.
The first thing the puppy did was trip over her own clumsy paws and tumble into a mud puddle, but that did nothing to staunch the child's wonderment and joy. Instead, she just embraced the fall, rolling over and coating her pretty, pale fur in a layer of muck, letting out nearly inaudible laughs of excitement as she played. For the moment, it did not occur to her that anything outside of herself and the adventure of the the light and the wet existed.