Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

I'mma wait until at least one other posts I think before dragging Vasa in. :P

Your wish is my command, he said with another lick to her cheek.  A final quick look over the young trio for the moment before he turned away.  And so he headed to the entry of the den, howling to call @Owen, @Phoebe and Vasa.  Okay, sure, their tiny new siblings might be pretty unexciting at this point, but they should meet.  

Unlike Raven, he was more wondering what kind of reaction Vasa would have, more because of how unpredictable she could be at times. She was stubborn and seemed -- though not totally against change or anything like that -- more miffed over the fact that Qui had asked her to not wander quite as far for now than anything.  Like how dare he stifle her growing independent streak or something.  Hopefully he was being just a bit too wary.  Heck, the three older kids were probably unpredictable in several ways.  Owen had seemed to have grown out of at least some of his more ridiculous paranoia (or at least Qui seemed to think so) but who knows.

Quixote's tail still wagged behind him as he waited for them to show up (or at the very least answer, but he hoped for the former).