Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

At least this time things didn't seem so dire.  There were no emergency calls, but he was momentarily away from the den trying to find something to bring back for Raven to eat.  He floundered a bit when the howl went up -- he'd been digging in a cache, but hadn't yet uncovered the leg of deer.  Oh god really, right now?!  Okay, DIG FASTER.  Leaving it half dug up like that would probably be almost as bad as not bringing anything at all.  Sure, it might sit around for a few hours while Raven took a nap or something first, but he wouldn't be caught dead starting this off on the wrong foot.

Anxiously, he stopped at the den entrance, putting the prize down before poking his head in, Ray?  He was both worried and excited because, well... Why wouldn't he be?  His tail wagged around wildly, his nose trying to sort through the myriad of scents and dredge up the information he wanted.  But since this time the pups weren't born outside practically at his feet, he wanted to make sure that Raven had the control over things this time that she'd lacked before.  He wasn't going to go crashing on in -- sounded like a good way to have his face removed.