Dragoncrest Cliffs little wonders

Thuringwethil had not noticed the tension in the mother when she approaches but she does notice the visible shift into relaxation. Now with the intention in the air between them, questions from all around, she tries to smile a little bigger this time.

“Hougeda,” she repeats as she begins to address the family. “It means our home. Here, it is the cavern in the center of the cliffs, behind the lake.” They’ve had access up until that point, though the entrance (if close enough) is obvious from those used to it. “It is where several of us usually sleep, yes. The puppies will be moved there, soon,” she adds. They are still much smaller than the two before her but they are similar in youth. She smiles, waving her tail above her spine. “And yes, there’s a place to swim. Arlo is our best swimmer; you should ask him for lessons.”

Hopeful to satisfy their curiosity temporarily, Thuringwethil leads them to the center of the pack, hoping they'll integrate just as easily as the others.