The femmora blinked as she watched Forge and Klein play like a couple of pups.
Klein had found a root, and Forge had decided to latch on to the other end and try and steal it from the much larger creature. Forge was small, but he was charismatic and confident. The two of them began playing tug-of-war, Klein dragging the pup a few feet, and Forge trying to do the same to the cub.
Abyss suddenly realized that she had gotten soft... But, she had always had a nack for picking up stray pups, or, from what she remembered at one point, a fawn that she played mother to until he grew his antlers and found himself a mate, as well as a herd.