she's trouble in a tank top

As I make my way from the dark female and her lighter companion, I feel somewhat weighed down by what I had found there. They had birthed a still pup, one who's life on this earth would never be known, one who's voice would never sing with its pack. I felt heavy, paws barely lifting from the ground in my graceful stride, and yet I feel the need to see more of the mothers. I moved with a silence I have not utilized in a very long time, the ability of my father seeping through my system as I moved almost invisibly through the mountains. I believe my younger sister is also to be a mother this season and I am rather inclined to go and visit her. I have not talked to her in so long, however, and I am hesitant to approach her now.

I reach her den, where she has been keeping herself tucked away lately. I do not come empty mouthed, not this time. I do not know if her pups are male or female, so I settled on something neutral. I bring her a spring hare, one that was just losing its winter time pelt of white and seemed now to be pied with browns and greys. I clutch the bi-colored rabbit in my jaws as I move slowly to the mouth of Calista's den. "Cali?" I venture, my voice muffled in the body of the animal within my jaws. I hear movement, and the telltale whimper of a pup. Perhaps, a single birth then? I set the rabbit gently down at the mouth of her den, peering into the darkness of the den as I do, a light smile on my face as I greet my sister. "Est omne ista licet, sorori?" Is everything alright, sister? I ask her in our natural Latina. I do not usually speak in the common tongue to my family, unless they request it or start the conversation as such.

Female ;; 6 years ;; heart and soul of Zildjian ;; Spirane