Kisla’s initial reaction to the outside world had been one that could only be defined as wimpy. Her introduction to her two uncle’s had been timid as well, and the little girl had sought comfort from the warmth and security of her mother. Afterwards, as she lay curled up beside her brothers that night, the tawny babe had dreamed only of the softness of the grass, and the exhilarating color of the sky. Instead of the world being so scary, the prospects the outside offered had become tempting, and Kisla had awoken the next day with a craving to taste this experience once more.
As much as she longed to venture her tiny paws out the den entrance, she did not try again until days had passed. One sunny mid-morning, the little girl cast a sideways glance to her mother, who seemed to dose in and out of sleep. With what she thought was cleverness, little Kisla prowled forward, her little bum wagging in the air with excitement as she danced to the den entrance. As the world came in to view once more and the warm sun hit her face, the whelp thrusted her muzzle in the air, a playful growl escaping her jaws. With a content ‘plop,’ the only daughter of Indru and Corinna Tainn parked her chubby rump to the grass very close to the den entrance. As much as she longed to play, she also longed to study the world that was just outside her den and see what she had missed on that first day of fear.
sparking up my heart