Swiftcurrent Creek Balmora

The pups were growing fast, and parenting them was getting increasingly difficult. With only one pair of eyes, it was proving difficult to maintain watch on all four of her mischievous children when they padded off in each direction. Her time with them mostly consisted of sorting their squabbles, chasing them around the den in attempt to heard them together or plucking them from the den's mouth as they made a bid for freedom.

She eyed two of her boys carefully, brow furrowed suspiciously as she shot them a pointed look. Of course, neither seemed to take her seriously and completely disregarded her warning, so she padded to the entrance of their hollow to chuff at them - a reminder to do as they are told.

Golden eyes stole a glance outside, squinting against the Springtime sunlight to find a gift placed several feet beyond the den. Nostrils flared, she stepped protectively over her sons to test the area for danger, but found the remains of the kill to be fresh. Durnehviir scanned the trees, her eyes finding the russet frame of a wolf who greatly resembled the description of the one her mate had recruited during their journey to Swiftcurrent.

 Durnehviir observed him quietly for a moment before gesturing her cubs out into the open to explore Phoenix' offering.