Little Kateri was restless. As her baby blues began to open the young Slayer grew fascinated with the bright light at the end of the den, despite it hurting her eyes in the beginning. There was always commotion happening outside it; new noises to hear, new scents to smell. But nothing attached to them—no faces, or figures. Mother she knew—her dark fur and comforting scent was all she knew. Father, too. But not the voices beyond the den; those were still faceless.
Not for long, hopefully.
She shuffled forward, inching closer to the bright light as her eyes squinted to adjust to the shift in light. It hurt her sensitive eyes, but in a good way. As the more she squinted the more she was able to make out—different shapes and colours beyond the darkness that her parents had been keeping from her! She huffed at the realization as she continued shuffling to the edge of the den, her tiny paws gripping the soft dirt as she gave a final—hmph!—heave to propel her body into the light.
She rolled over, quite dramatically, onto her back to observe her new surroundings. The colours were beginning to settle and adjust as she blinked. Her little nose, however, wrinkled at the assault of new smells. It was very overwhelming for Kateri—too much all at once—but she was already smitten with the outside world and the colours above her.