Moonspear ^____________________^

Both little ones bounded out of the den, as if to prove their legs were wide awake. Treepie laughed along with their mother, eyes bright as she trotted after them. The climb would be a little demanding, though she reminded herself that they came from mountain stock. In any case, it would help condition them to life on these slopes.

With this in mind, Treepie caught up to the pups, nipping at their tails as she strode past them. She glanced over her shoulder and flicked her own ink-dipped tail in invitation, then picked up the pace a bit in the hopes Ignace and Ludovicus might give chase.