There was a strange call on the other side of their home, and Mama followed it with a sense of sternness she'd never seen before. Eidel's ears perked—something serious, something really serious!!

She'd been withheld from joining the pack meeting, being told it was serious business. This time, she would not let Mama tell her what to do. Adamant growls and stubborn yelps finally led Golde to relent—as though she weren't throwing a temper tantrum only moments before, Eidel happily skipped along the path.

Toddled steps followed after Golde's long limbs, occasionally tripping and tumbling around—though not without quick recovery. The mother finally halted before two figures—one tall, broad, the other short and thin: just like Mama!

The smaller one held plants within her jaws, and Eidel's tail immediately flew around by her rump. She's got leaves, Mama, why? The inquiry was met with no answer, and instead, a paw around her middle to keep her pressed into the mother's soft pelt—much to her chagrin. Eidel squirmed and whined, eyes like golden saucers fixed on Dalmatia's herbs, trying to escape from the mother's hold.