Lost Creek Hollow I'm not gonna try and change your mind.

though it may have been early, terance was already awake. in fact, he'd already gone on a patrol and returned to the den that morning with a meal for his wife and kids. he paused when he noticed ibis, his dark ears pricking as he observed her. he noted the nerves that seemed to radiate off her, and silently wondered what this was about. he almost entirely forgot that she had scouting news to report back to him... such a thing didn't strike terance as nerve-wracking, but ah, what did he know. 

he chuffed as he began towards the den again -- a quiet and deep sound that hummed from his throat. good morning, little bird, he murmured to her through the meat, depositing it at the entrance and turning back to look at his daughter, and what can i help you with today?