Redhawk Caldera We're sitting up above the sea

Time had passed so quickly! Already Lyric was growing lanky, beginning to appear outside the den to bark at packmates and bat at passing bugs. First words weren't expected for at least a couple more weeks, but with how expressive he was already Lyric may never need them.

Today's objective is to laze about, nothing more. The boy has found the perfect sunny spot, a place to cook himself just close enough to the den that he could run back inside should anything spook him.

He hadn't seen dad for a little while, but given his mother is his primary caregiver at this point of his life he isn't too concerned. His dad will come back sooner or later to poke at him and kiss mom, probably. Maybe Lyric would sing a song for him (it isn't a maybe, he always does) or simply stick to his mother like glue and smile. He's definitely a mama's boy.