The Heartwood the wolven storm

Before her mother could react to that leading statement, Phox appeared with a fat rabbit dangling from his mouth. He set it down near the pups and Meerkat caught a glimpse of them rousing to investigate his kill. But her whisky gaze swiftly returned to her dad’s familiar features. Towhee had mentioned his missing leg, though it was still slightly jarring to see it in person.

Hey, dad! It’s so good to see you! How are you? Meerkat said, smiling fondly at the old nickname as she went in for a hug. I was just telling mom— she began to tell him as she pulled away, only to be distracted by the approach of Towhee’s tiny lookalike.

Hiya, you must be Jr! Meerkat said to the little girl, admitting, My Ptero is pretty rusty but… She paused, then slowly signed as she spoke, -“It’s nice to meet you. I’m your older sister, Meerkat.”-