Marrah is approximately 12 weeks old. Midnight, Thunderstorm, 18C/64F
All that remains is the faces and the names
It was very late at night, and Marrah would usually be sleeping at this hour, curled up with her siblings and Enera. But, tonight was not typical. The child had awoken to her worst nightmare, the sound of distant thunder and rolling clouds in the distance. She knew better than to try and shove herself into a crack in the wall like last time, but she had immediately set off at an uneasy trot, looking for some kind of cover. The thundering from the sky meant that rain was coming soon, and she didn’t want to get caught out in that.
Marrah had intended on just ducking quickly into their old, abandoned birthing den. It would be safe enough, but she had gotten distracted. Amongst her hustle she had heard something strange, and against her better judgement had gone to investigate. A weird shuffling sound, hooves against rock, but also a strange scraping echo with every shuffle. Tilting her head curiously, her newly changing amber eyes landed on a tiny deer, but it seemed to only have three working legs.
The beginning of rain startled Marrah, and she jumped forward, towards the tiny deer. It was only with this movement that she became aware of another nearby, a normal sized deer who was now crying seemingly in panic. The smell of them caused the pup to realize how hungry she was, but she didn’t think she could take them down on her own, and the big one sounded so scared. Thunder crashed overhead.
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