Sonnet still greatly struggled with the time between the adults coming and goings, especially Viorel. When she couldn't tag along the disappointment would lead to a deep-set frown. She'd shuffle away to mope at the back of the den and pout until her brooding would be replaced by anxiety. Would he come back for her? He'd always returned...but would if one day he didn't. Green eyes cast a glance towards the den entrance. How long had he been gone this time? She gave a sleepy yawn, fighting off the urge to return to her slumber. The worst thing in her world would be if he too vanished like her Da had.

The pup crept to the mouth of the den and poked her head outside. She scanned the trees not just for him but for anything frightening. The world was quite scary and unless she was hungry, could tag alongside an adult, or was forced to, Sonnie rarely left the den. True to her nickname, the girl let out a soft song hoping to attract the attention of her shadowy guardian.

"Speak"