Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

While Syrma was fussing over the new appearance in the den, Spica had already settled by her side again, content enough. Especially after their mother leaned in to comfort them Spica was feeling totally alright again. She let out a content grunt and nuzzled into her mother's side. Syrma was leaning over to investigate the new presence, which was the only reason that Spica's interest was piqued, too. Her twin pressed tightly against her and Spica leaned forward curiously, head tilted as she looked out towards the new presence in the den and sniffed up the whiffs of his scent that were brought to them, all the while sticking close to her look-a-like.