i hear my name as its called again

Life cooped up in their large family den was safe and comfortable, but was beginning to feel just a little bit crowded as she grew older. It was enough that it made her want to stretch her paws, venture off on her own. They were far too young to have that much freedom though, the watchful eyes of both their moms always on them - mother's gaze seemed especially unforgiving, noticing every time she tried to wander away just a little too far. As much as she longed to explore the world, she didn't exactly like getting chastised.

Creeping outside of the den, acutely aware of mother watching near the entrance, she slunk over to Sonnet and laid down beside her. Young Astaroth was still so awed by everything in the world, all the things she'd just begun to see. The way the sun just barely crept over the horizon, casting a pink-orange glow across the sky, was on its own a breathtaking sight. The pup gawked at it as she settled in quietly, though her attention was soon captured by the very sounds her sister was searching for.

The land was teeming with life, so much more than just the wolves that called The Range their home. The most obvious was the sound of birdsong, echoing from each end of the fields, and the constant chirping and buzzing of insects all around. A fat little beetle made its descent down by her paws, landing on a blade of grass. She studied the little thing, lifting a paw to swipe at it before she caught the scent of the rabbits that weren't far off.

The silence that settled over them, that Astaroth had invited herself into, was broken abruptly by her quiet words. "We'll be able to kill 'em on our own soon, y'know. Those rabbits," she gestured into the distance, noting the way their long ears peeked up over the grasses as they foraged around for breakfast. They hadn't done much more than hunt bugs and chase rodents through the fields, but she was eager to do even more now that she'd gotten a taste of it.