Our Stories

A small flocks of ravens were chattering away atop the garden wall and Nelu watched them, noting the interesting vocalizations in the language of ravens that he couldn't understand. Despite not being able to decipher it he could guess at the meanings of some squawks based on the reactions of the other birds. He was pulled from his musings by his mother calling them over for story time. Eager to learn a bit more about their family he obediently toddled over and sat beneath the wisteria.

"Yes, mother. I'd like to hear some stories." His fluffy tail wrapped around his paws as he sat, head tilted attentively to Briar as he waited for the story to begin.