Life had been a short experience so far, but to her, it had been so long. The mouth of the den was always a mysterious thing. It was the source of light that Archana was so drawn to. Her eyes of an orangey brown, mis-matched with speckles of green and violet, enjoyed the rays that came into the den. She enjoyed the smells that would come from there as well. They were very much a large part of her life- as she was to never hear the voices of her family. She will only feel their vibrations and the vibrations of the world around her once she braved into it.
Perhaps that is why she is so brave- she does not hear anything that might startle or otherwise potentially frighten her. She enjoyed the warmth of her family, but she wanted to investigate the light more. She lay on her belly for a moment staring at it and seeing the grass sway right outside. She just couldn’t help herself anymore.
Out of nowhere, her little black legs dart forwards towards the mouth of the den. She is a tiny girl though, much like her father, and by far the smallest pup of the group...and she was determined to be the slipperiest of them all as well. She climbed the mouth of the den with great determination until she finally reached that entrance where the light grew even brighter.
It was mid day. The sky was a nice shade of blue, with a few airy clouds of white in the sky. She peeked her head out slowly, eyes fixated on the massive sky. It was so different than the den. She then was drawn to the movement of the grass in front of her. Her eyes grew wide, and she batted it with her paw. It moved in reaction to her paw! Her tail began wagging behind her. She reached forward to nip at it a few times. It seemed fine enough. She took a few steps into the grass and simply plopped her butt down. She looked out into the vast area...but her vision is indeed blocked at some point by some higher grass and she frowns for a moment as she stares at it.
After a moment of looking around while sitting, she darts up again, traveling only a few feet at most out of the den to begin battling the tall grass in front of her with her teeth. It tastes funny, nothing like mother’s milk! She rolls her tongue, not knowing if she likes it or not...but she notices that she bends the grass with her mouth, and begins going at it once more!