ENGINES PUMPING AND THUMPING IN TIME || open, founding

IVYLEE —  SNOWBOUND —  2 MONTHS — SAMOYED PUP

The little samoyed pup trailed closely behind the others, gleaming ahead with eyes widened in wonder at the sight of the massive cave. For someone as young as she, Ivylee was amazed by how vast their new home seemed to be, with all of its tunnels that the kid was sure to explore sometime soon. At first, just as everyone else, Ivy had been a bit nervous. As she looked around, she couldn't help but notice that she was likely the youngest out of them all. She had persevered through it all though, with the help of her family, of course. Her papa, Jack, was always optimistic enough to keep her spirits up - and her uncle Aaron was someone whom she felt could protect them. Then there was their new leader Leigh, whom she had already begun to admire. He was a unicorn, and that meant quite a lot to a young child. There had been times during the trek which the pup had wondered if Leigh actually possessed magical powers or something. Weren't unicorns supposed to be magical? That's what she always had been told, and the very thought of it continued to make her more and more curious.

The cold wasn't much of a bother to the pup, whom had a coat practically built to withstand such harsh climate conditions. In fact, she really seemed to enjoy it, and liked to prance and roll around in it in play. The journey itself was rather difficult for a young child though, who at this point felt exhaustion and hunger bubble up within her so much that she felt her stomach grumble. Whilst breaking into a tired yawn, Ivy bounded up to her father's side, gleaming toward Leigh with an energetic nod. Despite her need for supper and slumber, the little fluff ball was just as enthusiastic as ever. "Yeawh! This iws unna be gweat!" She yipped out, her words slightly altered and muffled by her yawn as she stood, sapphire gaze now drifting towards some of the ancient painting which were on the cave walls. The authentic cave paintings had really caught her eye, causing her to smile brightly. It was quite the sweet distraction to keep the little artist from focusing on her aching, blue paws, and kept her mind at ease for now - or at least until she managed to get some food in her stomach.