Vaeda would have prefered to stay within the den, they were allowed in the entrance and the area directly in front if someone was around. But, the child was nervous and probably going to be a late bloomer, a term she didn’t quite understand the concept of yet. What she did understand was the way her legs shook and her mouth felt so so dry as she stood at the end of where safety ended and danger began. She didn’t want to go out there. She did not want to leave the den, the safety and go out into the danger.
But, Vaeda was also very hungry after waking up from her nap and finding her mother gone. So here she stood, on the precipice of where she liked to be and where her mother had gone out into. Squeezing her puppy blue eyes shut the child poked her muzzle out into the fresh air, and to her surprise it wasn’t met with the warmth of sunshine. Squinting she was shocked to find the world was bathed with grey, why wasn’t the sky blue? What were those big grey things up in the air?
Her hunger took a back seat to her fear but even if it hadn’t she would have made the same call, ”Mom? Mom!?” Oh this wasn’t good.