Redtail Rise serenade

three-quarters of a moon had shifted since her pups were born. she lets them suckle fiercely, watching them, only leaving for the most dire of emergencies. she wants them to be strong.

but she croons songs given to her by @Ashlar—just the melodies of them, but songs nonetheless.

will they become warriors, or poets? she glances at the quartet, wondering. she'll give them every chance to be as fierce as she—as her first litter—but perhaps Ashlar's blood will run stronger than she expected.

no matter.

every civilization needs its soft points. every pack needs a healer.

but—which?

who, she whispers, breath ruffling the downy fur upon her younglings' heads.

@Fifth @Mulherin @Redsky @Pupper