Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

she listened for the thus it would make when it hit the bottom, but instead came the familiar voice of one of the other pups. whirling to face him, she spat, "nothing!" blinking, she spun the other way just as fast - but the eyes were gone, and the cave seemed part of the unmoving canyon wall once more. 

turning back to face him, completely unwilling to share what she'd seen (she was strangely possessive over the eyes - they were her secret, now) she fired back, "whatr' you doing?" he didn't seem keen on approaching, which simultaneously pleased and irritated her.