Redtail Rise serenade

The scent of Avicus’ den brought back a sense of déjà-by, though she remembered very little of her own childhood. She paused when she heard the soft murmur and squeak of children, but heeded her leader’s invitation. 

She brought the hare in too, figuring Avicus might want it. She pushed it forward with her paw, not wanting to come too close and crowd the mother in her den while she clutched her litter. 

Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the tiniest wolves she’d ever seen. Of course, they were just pups- but she’d forgotten how small they started out, and grinned slightly. ”Wath I that thmall too?” She asked rhetorically in a soft voice. She paused. ”What awe their nameth?”