Rays of Light

A long stride would carry him back to the den, vibrant yellow eyes watching out for the sight of their home. He knew his children would be getting curious, and needing to venture outside so he had been keeping a focused eye on the entrance. He was quiet at his approach, hearing a tiny voice from father off. He would peer through the spurts of new growth that had appeared with the start of spring keeping himself hidden as he watched the two children emerge from the den. Obviously Othello had not yet awoken, she was rather difficult to disturb. He would smile slightly as Mercy would twirl around, finally landing on the grass. Revenge would sneak up behind, pouncing upon his gangly sister.
He would chuckle as he let himself into the clearing, yellow gaze piercing as he took sight of the young warriors. "What're you doing out here with out your mother, little ones?" His voice was a low rumble as he towered over their tiny forms.

"Speech"