Moonspear wulfwiga

Grandma didn't so much as flinch. And Orca admired that about her, frustration waning and being replaced by awe. And no one seemed annoyed but her by the turn of events, though that was quick to fade to be replaced by intrigue.

Orca lay right next to Towhee, and when mom started hollering at her, she copied her grandmas snoring—wondering if she had found a "get out of jail free" card. If she was sleeping, she couldn't get in trouble, right? (Not to be missed were her ears pressed flat against her head as she heard her full-blown government name, a sure sign that all was heard and that she was sorry...)

Wait, had she also heard uncle Fig? Orca "woke up", sprang to all fours, and deferentially tapped her mothers chin with her snout. Sorry!!! she whisper-shouted, looking over her shoulder to see... grandma still snoozing. A professional.

But now her attention was for her uncle. Her tail wagged as she greeted him now, looking to her motherr for approval before darting closer to him to sniff him out.