Moonspear ^______________^

She didn’t have to wonder what it was like to be an only child; with her litter mates in the wind, Tiuttuk knew exactly how it felt. Supposing she ever found the strength to venture far and wide, she would still make a point to tell everyone goodbye and promise to return. She wouldn’t leave anaa and the rest wondering.

Killdeer pointed out that wolves came and went all the time, with some eventually returning. Pie absently touched her lip as she thought about Pauk. Would he turn up one day? If he did, would they even recognize him? He was still a small boy in his sister’s memories. He’d been so young too—not unlike the recently wayward Nicte—and it was especially troubling when little ones went missing.

He tried to steer the conversation to lighter waters and she smiled, happy to follow suit. Her eyes grew bright at the mention of Towhee and Bushtit. Oh, how she loved that little baby boy! He would probably grow quite a lot by the next time she saw him, though hopefully it wouldn’t be very long before he and his mother darkened their doorstep again.

I wish they lived here, Treepie moaned through a grin. He’s so stinking cute, isn’t he? Aya, I hope anaang has more babies in the spring. I love them so much. I can’t wait to have some of my own someday too, she shared on a happy sigh.