Mac

August 8th. Slipping towards the light, the only thing she was met with was deaf and blind, squeaking with hopes she could hear her own voice, but all she was met with was a shakey much-larger whine and a tongue licking the mucus off of her tiny body. Born in the dead of winter in Koyukuk's national wildlife park within the mountains, the waning crescent moon just barely peaking from the mountains above them. She felt another being, presumably her sister tumbling beside her, whimpering and crying loudly. loud. - But like her sister, she was born with an.. oddly unknown mutation within the pack. With small stubby horns, and instead of fangs and claws like Reign, she was instead born with tiny golden-like hooves, tiny fins along her shoulder blades and white whiskers upon her muzzle.

August 11th. Mac sat in silence, huddled near her mother as she licked and groomed her body, fins flapping lightly, hooves clicking against the floor as her uncle would come up to her. She of course, ignored him softly and kept doing her own thing.