woob

I see in her eyes all the possibilities of a world not yet worn bare. Her forward posture a willingness to meet it with curiosity, to welcome it as it welcomes her. Raised paw ready to trot into the bounty of its depths. Ears forward with their funny little quirk. And again, back to her eyes, those little glimmers in black, illuminate all that is around her
Or maybe its a boy I don't know