Keahi and the other wards for the pups herd the small gaggle into a cave near the back of the Col. It is chosen because it is an easy to defended position, with only one way out or in. Once inside, Keahi works to help settle the young pups. The excitement that those answering the raiders have can be felt in the air and the pups seem to be feeding on it.

Grim and Ruga help make sure that the den is secure while the red woman and Zee work with attempting to calm the pups. Questions fly through the air like gnats and she darts a glance to their mother, wondering what all they should tell them. Clearing her throat, Keahi pulls the younglings attention to her and she smiles, saying, “What do you all say to a game?”

Blue eyes flick over to Zee and she raises an in silent question, asking if this is a good idea. She wants to keep the pups engaged so that they are less likely to sneak off but, in such a small area, their choice of games is limited. Still, Keahi is certain that they can think of something and a grin rests on her lips as she waits to hear the general consensus.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

The air exploded in howls of alarm and warning, her brother beginning to gather to him wolves to defend against the attack. Vanta immediately went in search of her sire - clearly the strongest of them all, who could defend her against all home - but had been intercepted by the firm grip of her mother. She fluffed out her neck fur against the grab, but Zee had too much practice holding onto the squirming crystal-touched child, and could put up no resistance good enough to escape.

Deposited back down safely in the warrens beneath the Col with the others, Vanta began to pout. "Why can't Dad stay with us?" She whined, clambering onto her mother's lap and pressing her forehead into the soft fur upon her chest. "Why are there bad guys here? Why do we want to hurt them? Can't we just ask them nicely to leave?"

Keahi's words drew her ear and the pup tentatively pulled her face from her mother's fur, glancing over at the red woman. A game sounded fun, but.. she wrestled with indecision. Was it fair to have fun when others were out there fighting, maybe getting hurt? Her ears slicked back against her skull and she glanced over at the others of her litter, hoping someone else could make a decision for her.

"Speech"