Boartusk Heights wild roses

There were others here, not big like the ghost, but small and milk-scented, like him.

He had glimpsed them, once, when he should have been in his own den again. He'd been ushered back, but not before seeing a tiny face mewl from the darkness. 

Diego neared the den again on quiet steps - as quiet as a child could be. Snuffling his puppy snout around the corner of the denmouth until murkwater eyes blinked against the shadows of the hollow.

Would any eyes blink back?

maybe one of the other pups? :D @Vincent @Valeria @Candela @Nymphora