release the chaoslings

Rhian liked the barn. Especially the livestock. It was more than a few times that she'd tried to talk with them when they got too close to the barrier, stomping her paws in childish aggravation when they declined. They were mean and boring, but she liked them well enough anyway. Eventually, she'd get one to play with her, and then she'd have another friend to add to her list, which currently only included her father and siblings. They were the only wolves she'd ever met.

Chaos approached the den, and Rhian scampered up to meet him. Before she could say a word, which was an accomplishment since she talked fast, he scooped her up and dropped her on the other side of the barrier. She stared around, wide-eyed. This was new. She was next to Raven, so he asked her what she saw. "I thee..." she said. "We're thill in the barn, and I can thee animalth, goath and thuff. Outthide the door, I can thee green fielth." She was too excited to give a proper account. She turned to her father. "I wanna go out!" she demanded.