Follow The Trail [Coran]

Coran accepted the challenge easily, and she chuckled softly as she led on, letting Coran take the lead for a few feet until she caught up and directed him up a tight switchback and up onto the summit. The view might not have been remotely like that from other hills outside Valhalla, but it was a good one. The wooded hillock stood alone above the plains, the crest of the hill mostly bare.

She sat and tugged the cream and white brindled boy into a hug against her belly. In no time, it was likely her sons would outgrow her height, so she enjoyed the moments of cuddling them like the pups they were now. They weren’t to be her last litter if she could help it, but she’d savor the moments as long as she could with these children.

“To the south, there, is the Avian Estuary. Your grandfather lived there for a little while. And to the north, that way, is Lirim’s lands. Grandpa Regulus was born in one of their territories, the Whistling Willows.”

She pointed with a glowing, pristine white paw at each landmark and direction as she named them.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think