I looked up at the night sky, a cool breeze flowed through my brown fur. My tail quivered in anticipation, my paws kneading the ground. Karma, my younger sister, looked over at me joyously. I got up and padded over to the mouth of the den, waiting for Mother to come out with this year's litter. The faces of my pack mates were happy and nervous all at the same time. My older brother, Tar, looked happy and caught me looking at him. He made a face that said,
Can't wait for the new litter, hey? Wait until they bite your tail!
I flicked my tail, replying,
Let's hope this year's batch is quieter than the last.
I shot a look at Karma, Lark, and