Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised – but the vim and vigor with which her daughter seemed to greet the world. At this age, any sort of puppy curiosity seemed rather cute. Kyna couldn’t remember being exploratory, or loud, but she was also very young then and perhaps she could not trust her own memory. All the same, the girl’s eyes were open, her ears were up, and when it suited her, she babbled sounds. Leaning down, the redhead nudged her daughter’s shoulder, guiding her towards one of the small clearings in the heights.
“This way, my little fox. Today you get to meet the rest of your pack – they will be just like family.”
She rumbled happily as she sat, orange eyes studying the pup to make sure she didn’t toddle off too far. Kyna tipped her head back and allowed her sweet song to wind around the trees and stones, summoning the wolves of Aurora Heights to the center ground of the pack. She didn’t expect her mate to be far off, but the other two had less reason to avoid roaming. All the same, she hoped they’d answer soon. There was much to discuss as they brought their young pack forward into the blooming summer.