Moonspear ring of fire

When wind of his dam's return to the rendezvous reached him, the growing cub surfaced--slow at first, skimming through the cover to try and discern who all might rush to greet her first, what she may have, or whatever else? But sure enough, Antares stepped from the shadows and came forth on his own, sliding in to greet her before curiously regarding what it was she was offering them now. Food, unsurprisingly, and with his ever-growing littermates, they were sure to make short work of it with just enough time.

As he licked his lips and lifted his muzzle up to sniff at the winds, he started to really suspect this might not be all. Maybe sensed it, and watched his mother carefully for the next clue to come.