favorite stuffed bear ● litter introduction [o]

[Veris]

One egg sat quite still. The markings of the shell being unremarkable...at first glance. There was a warmness to the dark color of the egg and it was less of a stillness and more so a wait. The little one had been in her cozy container for long enough, why was it that she was expected to leave now? Although...it sounds so comforting outside. Perhaps taking a small peak out wouldn’t hurt...

Biding her time, the little one was finally ready to leave her egg. It shook as the being within tried to push out. There was a crack as the infant caught a hold and then pushed out. It was harder then expected, and slippery too! Eventually though, with enough time, a small feline poked out of the shell.

It was hard to tell what exactly was going on, what with the smells and the sounds. It was all different and all new. It peaked the cub’s interest. She stumbled around, trying to get used to moving around in such a large area. Conveniently, it allowed all those older then her to see the dark pelt she wore and what looked to be orangey patches besides her jaguar spots. Although it took a bit to see the patterns now, it wouldn’t be awful to assume that they would only grow bolder with time.

The little jaguar female brushed up against mainly of the adults during her small adventures although not exactly stopping at anyone of them. This one was a curious cat for sure.