Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

Unaware of the rally occuring in the den, Aesop merely waited. Once or twice he shifted on his paws, uncomfortable, and started to chicken out. He could always come back later, after all.

Just as he came to peace with the idea of leaving and, indeed, went to execute it, two small heads popped up at the dens entrance. They were, as young pups tended to be, nearly identical. But this went beyond mere familial resemblance and down into the uncanny valley. There they were, both gazing- no, staring- intently at him. Hey, girls, he said uncertainly. The last thing he wanted to do was spook them and get chewed out by their parents. Is your dad home?