Baited Breath

Soothing her panic, Sparrow's aunt would tell her that her forgotten herbs could be found nearby. Sparrow nearly took off right then to correct her mistake, but her aunt stopped her. She mentioned two names and pulled back to reveal two small bundles of fur. Sparrow gasped audibly, her ears pricking and her tail set off. Minty eyes glittered in their wideness, "Aunt Rhythm... They're perfect!" They were more than perfect, though Sparrow couldn't think of a word for it. She studied each of her cousins carefully, then slowly drew closer, looking to her aunt for approval as she nuzzled each one, breathing in their scents. She showered gentle affections to each pup before drawing back, her eyes misty, "I adore them already... I miei cugini piccoli." she whispered.

Her attention was grabbed again by the need to get herbs. Sparrow bowed out of the den, "I'll be just a moment! Which direction is this... barn?"