Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire
She had enjoyed the past three weeks, keeping a close and watchful eye on the bundle of fur at her belly. There was a certain glow to it, to her. Even as she aimlessly sucked and her vision started to come in, there was a beauty. Reverie. It was a name her father had given her, and yet Soph felt that it was perfect. It fit her, her little bundle of joy. She had never anticipated having such strong feelings about anything, just as she had never imagined having a daughter either.
And so even now, as Reverie grew more adventurous, she did nothing more than stare on with adoring eyes, and it felt like instinct to guide her towards the mouth of the den, to meet the outside world. It was a cold place and a scary place, but to Soph it was also important.
The world was where they lived, and she wanted to give all of it to Reverie. If we lay a strong enough foundation we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you.