morning/sunrise, few clouds, 43F/6C
Blood Runs Thicker Than Water
Coming up quickly towards being 5 months old the nomadic child had gained a sweet little amount of freedom. Not much, but enough that she could occasionally go on a walk without an adult as long as it didn’t take too long. The twin had taken this to heart and was probably pushing the boundaries at this point, but technically she was still within the forest that they were setting up their new home in.
Doing so much travel at such a young age had shifted something within her brain, her paws now itched for constant movement and she had grown bored of their new settlement. If anyone had asked if she wanted to stay here she would have told them absolutely not. Not that there was anything wrong with where they had chosen, she just wanted to keep wandering and looking. Maybe forever.
The sun was peeking over the horizon, painting the forest a peaceful combination of pink, orange, and gold. Neva climbed excitedly over the roots of the largest stump she had ever seen. This would make a great tree fort for herself and @Aven! She would have to get her sister and bring her back here - if she was not already somewhere nearby.
But Both Feel The Same When Your Eyes Are Closed