Hushed Willows Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

Captain cocked her ears at the sudden noise, shaking moisture from her pelt as she recovered from yet another unsuccessful hunt. She had to admit, she was kind of relieved that her Alpha had called - it gave her an excuse for the abrupt conclusion. In any other case, she would have grudgingly kept hunting. She wanted to help her pack in whatever way possible, and if getting some mud on her paws would do it then she would in a heartbeat. She would provide no matter what. Her trek back to the Crook was short and uneventful. She had stopped by the creek to wash her paws and clean herself up, but otherwise it was the same old routine. 
     
     Her packmates were already murmuring excitedly amongst eachother when she arrived, all of them gazing in awe at the small pup playing in their midst. The pride in Tavi's stance was something Captain had learned to respect in a leader. It showed that they held the capacity to care, which was often a rare sight during such uncertain circumstances. It was hard to simultaneously lead a pack and raise a son. Captain found it strange that the female hadn't appointed any Betas to assist her. In a few deft strides, the female had edged around the group and taken a seat calmly beside her brother. Her gaze fell across her packmates first, calculating their reactions with careful reserve. She often answered many of her own questions through silent observation. Once she had taken her daily, mental notes, Captain shifted her gaze towards Tambourine. The plump pup was having the time of his life, apparently basking in the attention. Ah, how youth can melt even the coldest of hearts. She allowed her tail to sway slowly behind her, a grin playing at her lips. Tavi was a smart female - the whole pack was looking upon her son as if he were a living prize. Her pyschology was spot on.