Moonspear hard knock life

With a soft scoff, she nodded. "But I do not expect it to last long. It never does," she sighed barely above a whisper with a conspiratorial look over her shoulder. Not knowing exactly how well the litter could hear, just that they could, she wasn't going to take any risks raising her voice any further. She stretched out and leaned lightly against him; he seemed tired, and she understood deeply, but they would probably arise soon after noticing she'd slipped away from their immediate reach.

"Wish I knew where Alya got the voice from, or if she intends to grow out of.. that," she grumbled, still hushed and careful not to make any sudden movements as she settled next to Charon. She suspected she may appreciate the notion much more in moderation, and once she could carry a tune. Speaking of them growing out of anything, she huffed, thinking about the new challenges that could potentially pose. While she wanted to get them eating meat and out of the den, then she'd have to worry about feeding four growing mouths and keeping track of them all. Daunting..