Blackfeather Woods Bring your secrets to me

He peers through squinted eyes at the hazy blur of the tunnel beyond the den. The sound does not come again, though Kendra stirs now too. He turns his head slowly, and though it takes him a moment to lock onto her, he manages to fixate on his twin stumbling toward him. As she draws nearer and nearer, her form becomes crisper, but even at point blank range his vision is far from 20/20 yet.

Burke's form has faded into the background, as invisible as Meldresi's within the cavern gloom.

This close, he can make out Kendra's faint sounds, and returns with a meaningless coo and a bit of babble. Who knows what it means? Certainly not Pietro. He fancies it as a form of language, though, and it is his only means of communicating beyond touch and natural expression, both things that any young wolf cub knows well. His head swings back around to the tunnel. He leans against his twin for a moment, wavering, then takes an unsteady step forward, and then another, toward that strange sound from before.