winding roads that lead to home

Crux was willing to help her and Vanta gave a relieved exhale, grinning over at her brother and stepping aside so he could look with her. The crystal-booted boy poked his nose in a tunnel and seemed to be thinking hard. Vanta envied the way some others of her litter had inherited more of their mother's navigational ability - as Crux mentioned an opening down the path, Vanta gaped at him. "How do you know?" She whispered. "Can eyes that aren't broken see that far?" Squinting she peered into the darkness, but could see no end in sight. Regardless she was not about to deny that Crux just knew things and nodded her small head. "Okay, lets go that way then and try not to get lost."

She led him into the tunnel, ears flicking with every distant drip or echo. A huntress on the trail of her prey, Vanta kept keen eyes and ears waiting for any single sign. Suddenly movement shuffled before her and she pounced, feeling the squish of flesh and hearing the sad squeak of pain. The mouse in her maw, she turned toward her brother to brag when.. a distant squeak sounded once more, from further in. She spat the mouse body out and grimaced. "There's MORE? C'mon Crux, we gotta find their nest!"

"Speech"