I am Meerkat. When I become very still, I hear things. At first only the gentle scrabblings of kin denned below and Further off, the early morning endearments of Porcupine as she plays at making friends. I lift my paws and rest them beneath my chin, my antenna pose, and stand as the din ceases. Wind is here and passes in and through me, canceling static of the near and penetrating with music of afar. I hear its tels of Condor overhead. Her wings ushering her usual insulted magnificence, ennobling the air, and decrying all below. She is completing her daily diurnal migration route from Savanna westward to my residence here in Canyon. She and Bat take turns ruling these sky routes. A dance of electro static charges - repulsion and attraction - and I, their Host, their Matrix of sky to earth. As I grow more still and listen, the wind carries sweet signature remnants of Bat's nocturnal passions. Eddying about, her flitting tendernesses an inhabitable frequency that compliment Condor's thunderous wingspan. This is how I know I am here. And.... Something else...... Something new is arriving with them from the West. Something newly birthed and raw. Bigger than Condor. Smaller than Bat. It is something I have never heard before. Or is it something older than all and I alone have just arrived in its view? It knows no fear, no shame. Beyond Rage even. And just as suddenly, it is gone. I must tell Breya. She will tell me what to do. I must tell Gaga. He may know its name. I heard something new today. Nothing but a pup. In need of nursing. We must help it. We must.