Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

Dwin could not stay away from Brecheliant for too long. No, that is not the right way to frame it. She could, but her conscience and loyalty (and pity to some extent) to her parents did not allow her. No matter, how far she scouted in the flatlands and the wilderness and how often a thought of "what if" entered her mind, her paws always found way back home, even if her soul was not entirely happy about it.

Contrary to the popular saying - kids did not grow up as fast as weeds. At three months of age the rascals were just as annoyingly silly and incapable of utilizing their full brain capacity as they had been a month prior. She still kept her distance from Frolic and blatantly refused to play the game of "Where the hell this bloody pup has disappeared again?!!!" And when possible she did not engage with the rest of the brood, preferring to be a food delivery service in hopes that the kids either grew up faster or became fat. In the first case - she would no longer have to babysit them. In the second - fat puppies could not run fast anyways. Though she had a suspicion that even in this turn of events Frolic would find a way to tumble and roll and disappear again. 

Today, while Glee was collecting grasshoppers by the creek, Dwin was sitting several strides ahead near a birch tree, which was full with song-birds and was twittering and chattering loudly. Quite a spring-like atmosphere, not characteristic to the autumn. She had stumbled upon this curiousity by accident and had stopped to figure out, what was going on.