i hear my name as its called again

Sonnet was not one to balk at the arrival of her siblings. Rather, she barely cast a glance in Astaroth's direction as the pale girl came to settle in beside her. The warmth of her sister is comforting, the same sort of comfort when they fell asleep together at night. After a moment, Sonnet even scoots on her tummy to snuggle in a little closer, shoulder to shoulder, belly to belly, almost as if they were one wolf instead of two. Even if she was the smallest of the pups, she never felt small around them. They were all so nice to her, kind and playful, never too rough.

One of her ears turns to listen to Astaroth's voice as it breaks the tension of silence. A sigh leaves her as she nods begrudgingly. "Would be nice if we could hunt them now," Sonnet insists, her eyes still lingering on those too tall of ears that always seemed to be poking out over the tall grass. "Bugs and mice are fun, but something bigger would be a good challenge," she can feel her muscles tense, that natural instinct to run after a potential meal tingling her toes.

After another moment of watching them, Sonnet slowly lifts her head to peep over Asta's shoulders. Peering back into the darker den where mothers were watching carefully, Sonnet weighed the options of sneaking away. With just the two of them, surely they wouldn't get in trouble for wandering closer to the small grove of trees near the barn. As long as they stayed within eyesight... "Think we could go over and check them out at least?" Sonner questions, her voice a hushed whisper as she continues to act as if she's resting against her sister with half-closed eyes. Definitely not scheming anything troublesome.

"Sonnet"