Blacktail Deer Plateau i should have worshipped her

Casmir had overcome the sickness that had grasped him these past weeks, and had at last joined his siblings in the exploration of their faculties. from Eilidh he had learned to babble, and from Constantine he had learned to bulldoze, and so all was right within his world.

The air held the chalky scent of moisture, and with it an unfamiliar wolf-scent. blinking the milky blue of baby's eyes, Casmir disentangled himself from the wrestling grip of his siblings and toddled unsteadily toward the denmouth.

"wh'sat?" he mumbled, shooting a glance for approval toward his father, who lay with eyes half lidded in the deepest recesses of the cave. the beta male gave Pura a short bark to allow the boy knowledge that his entry was invited, and Casmir almost fell over himself with startled interest.