The Sunspire got up before dawn, went down to the racetrack

On few occasions, when Wraen had left food at Olive's and Seabreeze's cache, she would go by the dens to see, if any of the mothers were out and if there was any chance to catch a glimpse of the puppies. Up until now she had been too busy (or so she told herself) to come a have a proper visit to her niece and nephew, but she reasoned that, while the kids were in the awkward "can't see, can't walk, can't do much of anything" stage, she did not need to waste her time. 

Now - as one month olds - they were finally getting interesting to their aunt. Therefore today, after leaving bits and pieces of duck in the cache, she took one feathered wing and brought it to the dens. In her childhood this object had been a great toy, until several sets of sharp teeth had disintegrated it to shreds. All was peaceful and quiet, except for a little dark form in the den entrance, who was peering out in the world.

Wraen approached the little boy in a confident manner, wagging her tail and further expressed her friendly intentions by lying down nearby and putting the wing on the ground within such distance that the puppy could reach it with no difficulties.