Redtail Rise She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe

A great ruckus had infected the rise. There was a voice Requiem had not heard before - and the place was normally a very quiet one, which he liked very much - so that voice was something of an oddity. As it flared louder and louder, the boy spied a great many little birds flocking free of the trees as they made their own sort of protest. It was funny to see, but not in a laughing way - more strange than anything, which drew Requiem closer.

He was nearby when he heard the final shout of wee, and as he lacked context for what was going on, he began to laugh (or chuff, which was a more natural kind of laughter for a wolf). There was such a shrill pitch to the voice that even he could tell that the bearer was in distress. He was close enough to pop his head up from the shadows, inquisitive and unafraid of what lay waiting there.

Requiem didn't speak though - he much preferred the quiet at the moment. What if he wasn't supposed to be there? His nose wiggled as he searched the scents of this particular den, but he found nothing familiar, which made him wary.