Moonspear a white flame sunrise

Even if the term wasn’t familiar, the sentiment made a good deal of sense to her. Especially with wolves’—parents particularly, she noted with a twist of her lips—penchant for vanishing acts, it was wise to arrange someone to look after your children in the event you died, disappeared or both. Tiuttuk made a mental note to consider godparents for her offspring when the time came, though she would do everything in her power never to leave them…

Oh, she blurted softly when Haedwig queried after a cache. She paused to sniff at the air, then bobbed her head. Yes, there’s one this way, Pie said a beat later, making a slight right turn to lead her elder toward the nearest cache.

It was the closet if not the rifest. Treepie nosed some leaf litter out of the way to appraise its contents, noting the slim pickings, then stepped aside to let Haedwig peruse. Her tail twitched as she took the time to mentally pinpoint the location of another, more well-stocked supply, should Haedwig not find what she wanted in this one.