Her head turns to see her brother. She could feel his concern towards her, although she did not understand how to really interpret it yet. He came to join her regardless, and she nipped at his maw gently.

Father brought sister up to them, and Eilidh yipped in reaction. She listened intently to his words, her desire to mimic and understand them growing with each and every day. ”Beuuu…Beuuut ful…dada beauuuuut ful,” she says with her child voice, moving her mouth and tongue with slight irritation as they were not exactly doing what she wanted them to do.

Then…the terror. A grasshopper jumped before them. Eilidh yelped in a panic, her front paw smacking the ground three times. Her form pulled back with the tiny yelp. Her eyes barely even caught the form of the creature. She only got to see it for a moment and it was so…different. Not like her parents. Not like her brother and sister. Quickly, the thing hopped away, which caused Eilidh to smack the ground three times again. She looked up at her father, ears back, and eyes full of worry. Her little form pushed against her brother for comfort. Do they need to be concerned? Was everything okay? She looked to him to know what to do!