The Sentinels rise up singin'

All welcome for anyone allowed in the den, but hoping for an @Eilidh or another sibling?? :)

Emaleth had been, in general, a fairly quiet and peaceful child. She accepted change in ease, and seemed to trust that any discomfort would ebb quickly. Her sounds had been soft squeaks and grunts— mostly babble to entertain herself and her sister. It had become rare that she would squall, though she would not tolerate the absence of her sister or parents for long.

But today, little Emaleth discovered a sound that she loved to make.

Aaaoooooooo!

She paused, grinning with her new teeth, to take a breath. They were stark against her dark fur, though she was not aware of it. Though it was definitely a child's voice, the timbre was silvery and low— less jarring, perhaps, than a typical puppy's howl. This time, she sought to see how long she could make the noise, and she gulped down as much air as her lungs could take in.

Aaaaaa-OOOOOOooooooOOooooooo..oo...oooo.... came her next vocalization, the sound broken as she struggled to force the sound to continue even as she ran out of air.

Pleased with herself, Emaleth rolled to the ground, stretching out on her side as she caught her breath.