Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

One more story, huh? Did he even have any good ones? He’d never been asked for something like this before. His mind flipped through pages of his life for a moment longer. There was one he could think of. Just one. "Well, when I was about a year or so .. there was this ravine close to the dens we lived in. My friend from a neighboring pack had convinced me once to get close to it and try to figure out what was down below." He began, amusement gleaming in his eyes as his continued on.

"The problem was that we weren’t allowed down there. Barely even permitted to get close. She didn’t care, though. That’s simply how she was." He paused for a moment. A grin formed. "To make a long story short, we were found out by both of our parents. You wanna know what they decided our punishment would be? We had to carry quail eggs without breaking them. For every egg broken, one embarrassing secret had to be told in front of everyone." His white fur shuddered at the thought. Just the memory alone was embarrassing enough.

He hasn’t realized it back then, but he sure did cause a world of trouble for his pack-mates. It made him feel a twinge of guilt. If he ever saw them again, he’d make sure to apologize. Anyhow, that wouldn’t be happening any time soon.

"You don’t even want to know how many eggs we broke that day. My pelt was stained yellow for weeks."