Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

Louis' lip quirked at their chosen title. Pigs were no easy prey, and he had to be a little impressed by the claim, especially given how seriously they seemed to take it. 

Any further banter was interrupted by the appearance of the cub, and suddenly the standoffish-ness made a lot more sense. Louis wagged his tail, starting to take a step forward before thinking better of it, and holding still. Ish. He hadn't seen pups in an awfully long while, and there was something inherently exciting about the notion. It made him wiggly. "Hello." He greeted, regardless of Masque's reprimand to the youngster.

He wondered, briefly, how Tauris fared. She'd been with child when they parted. Were hers healthy like this? Were her mate and pack helping her? He supposed it was no use wondering. He had no way of finding out.

"I can wait." He answered. The truth was he'd been getting terribly lonely again, and the idea of parting from company to be on his own so soon again didn't appeal overmuch.