hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
that's the sound of freshly fallen snow
She was tiny and black as she snuffled along, dutifully following momma's trail despite that she was supposed to stay put. She'd thought she lost her once though, and was afraid to lose her again, so she tracked her as if she even knew how to. Most of it was probably just luck, in reality. Even still, that little nose was pressed to the ground, covering half the scents in a coating of dirt and grime.
When she heard a lot of crashing and noise, she ducked down in a little ball of fluff, dark eyes wide and heart racing. Something scary was out there! Momma was near though, so she tried not to worry too much. At least, she thought she was. Probably. She was a very good young tracker, certainly, so Momma should be nearby.
She waited until it got quiet, then waited a little longer just in case. In a few years, she could stand up for herself, but as a very small cub, she definitely could not do it now. So she waited with a patience that grew sleepy, her eyelids drooping and head lolling before snapping back awake again. And then she started to drift off again, and snapped back awake. Until she was too worried that if she slept she would really lose Momma forever and she barrelled out of her hiding spot with a little squeal, stumbling and then flying into Momma's side.
Her face buried in the thick fur, enveloped in the comfortable smell of Momma and safety. Then she pulled back, her little nose working again as she tapped and explored as close to Momma's mouth as she could, finding the new scent there and sitting back on her haunches with snout bouncing in the air for a better sniff. "Nngt?" she grunted softly in curiosity.
( your love is gold, your love is gold )