Moonspear Little lights

The little one sneezed. Tiuttuk smiled softly, deciding they must teach her how to plug her nose to prevent the dust from getting in there. It had taken them many tries to understand how to do it, though it was such a useful skill. They would be happy to teach…

Name? Treepie suddenly chirruped, giggling as they spoke right over the baby’s shy second, “Hi.” Hi! they parroted, then, Name?

She’d come close enough that Pie could boop her snoot with their own again. Gently, they rose from their prostrate position. It felt a little strange for them to loom over her; they were used to being one of the smallest wolves in any given situation! They decided to hunch a little to put them on more equal footing.