A satfisfied snort falls from twitching pink nostrils, as Mirella runs her tongue over her lips. She laps up the remaining drops of milk, her crystal blue eyes gaze around at the strange world of shadows. Her mother's side is warm and comforting, a sharp constrast from the darkness that lingers just beyond. Her soft ears flick atop her crown, her bald face is raised bravely as she takes a step toward the shadows. Yet, her spindly legs tangle and with a snort she crumples into a ball of kicking legs.

Caly watches her daughter with a soft smile tracing her pink lips. She admires her rich chocolate brown fur, the contrast of her bald face, and the fuzzy wisps of her dark mane. A content sigh slips past her parted lips. The snap of a twig in the jungle has the hair along her spine bristling as she turns to face whatever or whomever was wandering this way. Her bicolored eyes strain against the night, searching for any sign. Then, her name is called in the still night air. Rougaru. She does not speak, just lets him find them. Her ears are trained on him as he ventures closer, his next words cause her heart to swell. She is beautiful...

"Isn't she though?" she says breathlessly. She allows him to close the space between them, and she leans into warmth. She closes her eyes, savoring this moment, as if she could freeze this moment in time.

Mirella raises her delicate head to look up at her mother, and a stranger. Her nostrils flare, drawing in his scent. A bit easier this time, she draws her spindly legs underneath of herself and stands. She cautiously moves toward the newcomer, beneath a veil of silvery lashes she looks up at him with curiosity dancing in her crystalline eyes.

What shall we call her, my dear? His question fills the sliver of space between them. "I was thinking Mirella," she says softly as she looks on the delicate curve of Mirella's nose, her fuzzy ears, and her brilliant blue eyes. "What do you think?" she asks, with a fond bump to his muscular chest.