Hideaway Strath Ours

Fennec was growing more used to this place, and as she did, she learned.  Voices were becoming a larger and larger part of her world, reaching the point where they encompassed most of what represented a wolf to her.  There were many here now who she knew by nothing else.

As one by one different ones rose, Fennec first listened, pulling apart each and identifying them.  First papa, then weeya, then the rest.  As Fig joined in, she did too, but hers she tried to make as loud as she could.  She wanted to match Weeya's volume, if not her tone.  She was used to her aunt's discordant chorus, though.  Fennec liked it, actually - it was so identifiable.