She had toddled out of the den the morning. The young Riverflow never went too far from the den's entrance for multiple reasons. Mainly because it was the safest place she knew and for now her heart did not have the desire to wander too far.
From a distance, she'd likely look like nothing more than a dark splatter on the ground. Which was relatively what she was. Legs sprawled out as she laid there soaking up the sun. It was warm like her mother but it wasn't nearly as comfortable. The light didn't have plush fur or food for her. Hawthorne supposed she'd have to settle, though. This beat hiding in the back of the den while mom ran an errand or two.
There was a sound in the distance, though. One she was not familiar with. It startled her greatly as baby blue eyes widened to try and see where that noise had come from. It was high pitched and a bit like a squawk. Mother had never made such a noise which surely knocked her off the list.
She laid there debating if it would be worth getting up to examine. As another call sounded out she figured that was her cue from it. Tiredly she stood up as her developing eyes blinked. In her best attempt to make contact she called back. Of course, what was meant to be a bark could have easily been confused for a sneeze. One day she would be able to make that sound but for now, she could practice with a bird in the distance.