Ankyra Sound Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.

Leaving the den was the last thing he wanted to do, even if it had become cramped in the past week or so, but when the cubs were shuffled from the sand that ensconced them Reyes did what he did best: he followed behind his siblings with a shrewd eye. He wasn't as nervous when his parents were around and it showed by the way he scampered happily along — even toying at his sister's tails, trying to grasp at them or tug them and then duck away before they could react. Little teasing. All in good fun, of course.

Reyes was briefly distracted as they neared the rendezvous site, not because of the trees though. The nearby grotto looked ominous; it was quite a distance away but he paused and stared after it, watching the black shadows of the grotto's entrance shift in his vision while his eyes tried to focus. He thought he saw something glint in the dark, and realized a moment later he'd fallen behind the group a little bit too far. As he hurried to catch up Reyes nearly ran in to Rosalyn; his ears twitched, and he murmured at her, I do poppa hunt wiv you?