bastet
all the survivors singing in the rain
She hadn't met anyone outside of her family, but she had observed others from afar. Too shy and quiet to really strike up a conversation, she had simply sat at a distance and watched as other members of the pack went about their day. Perhaps some might find it creepy, but Bastet was simply curious- about everything. She had an insatiable urge to know about the world, and oftentimes she found herself frustrated with her limited knowledge and narrow understanding. One day, she knew, when she was older, she would be able to understand and comprehend things that she couldn't now. Bastet knew that as she grew, so would her mind- she just hoped that she would never become jaded.
The plains whispered to her as she ran, begging her to roll and play in the grass, and so she did- giggling and barking as she rolled about, only feet away from the slumbering Monster. Bastet squirmed on her back in the soft grass, legs wiggling in the air as she rubbed her back against the ground. She was enjoying herself thoroughly, and the world seemed so beautiful and bright. The girl couldn't wait to explore it further.
Done with her romping for now, Bastet got to her feet and shook off her shimmery grey pelt, turning and walking through the grass, feeling the ground begin to slope upwards underneath her feet. Ears pricked forward, she heard the sound of someone inhaling and exhaling softly- it sounded like Mother or Father when they were asleep in the den. Her head at a tilt, she crept forward curiously, her little tail wagging slightly with excitement. Would this be the day that she would meet someone other than her family?
Finally, she came across the slumbering black form, and Bastet realized that she recognized this wolf.
"Hello!" She squeaked, jumping forward to pounce lightly on the female's paw before bouncing back once more. She had no qualms about disturbing someone's nap- she was too young to know about common courtesy, after all. After a moment, when she was sure that the wolf was up, she spoke again.
"I recognize you! You watch our den sometimes... I've seen you! Who are you?" Childish innocence coupled with naivety could be a dangerous combination, but Bastet was too young to understand that some did not like to be disturbed.