blue eyes and jazz and attitude

For @Alphonse or @Serena, or both! And of course the parents can pop in as well.

Understandably when the late term pregnancy had been announced to the pack, Kipling had been wary of the news. It hadn't been anything against the pups, or their mother, or even their leaders who had made the final decision. But it was all the factors that came into bringing pups into the pack, especially so late in the year. Nonetheless, she was very fond of children, despite their squealing and whatever unpleasantness they brought with them it didn't compare to the other troubles older wolves could bring her.

For the first weeks, Kipling knew better to than to press too deeply into the family's space. Of course she checked on them, calling out one of the parents from a distance, to see if everything was alright, but otherwise she let them be. But now they were a big more durable, albeit still chunky fuzzy potatoes wiggling in the darkness, but their senses were coming in and they had to have some certain vague consciousness; though she could not remember so far had into her own childhood, so it remained a theory to be explored.

And today was the day she decided to carry out her hypothesis, coming towards the densite in the late afternoon. Instead of her just barging in, she dipped low to the ground about two or three feet away from the entrance of the den and chuffed a gentle greeting to announce her presence. As much as she would have loved to simply crawl her way inside, instead she was polite enough to sneak a peek and try her luck, ears pricked forward in the chance she might hear from the small squeakers inside.