Moonspear Lets play nice

Footsteps thrumming on the earth heralded someone’s arrival. Tiny Tiuttuk raised their little head, nose twitching as they drew in Alaric’s familiar scent, accompanied by the fragrances of berries and meat. It would still be some days before the pups were weaned, though Pie’s mouth watered, particularly at the sweet smell of the fruit.

On stubby legs, they scooted forward to greet the visitor like a proper little host. Treepie even looked him in the eye—as much as they could, given theirs were only half open and muzzy—and offered a gummy smile. One day, their two-toned tail would be a magnificent plume, though presently it resembled a rat’s as it twitched in greeting.