Swiftcurrent Creek Who do you think you are fooling?

She hadn’t been gone long, having left Alessia asleep within the confines of he den, Lie had ventured out to stretch her legs. Bring back a rabbit from the cache that Benedict and herself had caught a few days ago. The carrion hung limply from her mouth as she rounded the bend and trotted upward toward the den.

With her ears perked forward she caught the small voice of her eldest daughter, and she quickly came before the entrance to find the ebony girl babbling to herself. Getting a little closer, Rosalie dropped the mammal in her jaws, stepping over it she gently nudged the child in greeting. Giving her slobber lick atop her head.

“Hello darling. What are you doing out here?” At almost a month old, it was getting time for the youngsters to head toward the entrance. With a mental groan, Lie could only imagine the mischief her children would get into in the coming months.