Moonspear hard knock life

She snickered softly although she felt his dismay on an intimate level. He spoke true, she agreed, and nodded quietly. Maybe soon the novelty of her voice would wear off and she couldn't remember if her siblings were so noisy, either. As for herself, she'd never been the sort. She didn't have a good howling voice, anyway -- never had, never would have. There were other characteristics they'd be sure to inherit from her instead. Hopefully not the traits that had always set her apart from her own littermates, either.

"Speak of the devil.." she sneered over her shoulder, ears turned towards the stage-whispering sprog who had appeared. She squinted at the whelp and then chuffed lowly that way, but did not discourage her with both parents here at the entrance of the den. It was well-watched, and so long as she was not overbearing, she'd let it be.