Big Salmon Lake Is your tongue tied up?

Gannet raised the call and Jarilo's ears swiveled up and around, wondering who would be closest to answer them. A piece of him suspected Hydra, but he knew their mother was starting to return to patrols when others watched the puppies now; she seemed eager enough to do so. For a few moments, he paused and listened and glanced at Ocellus, wondering if she would still be interested closer to the mountain and before the scrutiny of his family. She said she wanted a home, and well, for the right wolves, it most certainly was. "C'mon," he chirruped. "We can head a little closer I think," he started to pivot, ears still switching on alert as he went.

A few strides later, the steely-coated boy began to lead the way towards the mountain. They didn't cross paths with any others, but he perked up his head when he heard his mother's reedy howl call back--she'd meet them halfway, so after another glance back to Ocellus then Gannet (trusting he'd be following anyway), Jarilo picked up his pace a bit to close distance sooner.

i'll toss ame in proper next post