There was a child.
Valley's experience with them, besides her own childhood, was minimal. Her parents had no longer made more children after her and her sibling's arrival.
The stages of childhood were lost upon her, but this one seemed curious. Even if it seemed to sneeze at every little thing she sniffed. It stayed close to the den, it seemed to listen intently to any voices that called out to it. Yet that all seemed to change when the child spotted Valley.
At once, she was being bombarded. The girl seemed to waddle in what Valley could only imagine was a defensive stance. A guardian-type in the making, or perhaps the largest of her litter. Were there more? She had not spotted them if so...