Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

While the puppies weren't old enough to be formally introduced yet, Ashlar had asked @Mona if he might be allowed to see them.  With @Gannet escorting (and a few firm reminders from his mother to be gentle), Ashlar set off to Liffey's den.  He didn't quite understand why he might not be allowed too close, but he followed the adult's lead willingly.

When Gannet stopped, Ashlar snuck up behind his charcoal feet and peered through towards the mouth of the den.  Slowly he began to creep forward, then glanced back for any sign of disapproval.  None were forthcoming.

Feeling emboldened by this, he crept the rest of the way, stopping only when a warning woof sounded from Gannet.  Ashlar froze near the entrance and waited, though as his eyes caught sight of the wolves even smaller than him, they widened with wonder.  He hadn't ever met anything smaller than he was!