Swiftcurrent Creek truly a hot mom, other moms are doing their squats wrong

No aggression came to meet him. The black wolf crept closer, tugged as if by a string to duck his head inside the yawning hole and peer inside. There was the mother, protective but tolerant of her guest, and a single dark haired pup. His attention fell gently on her, though he was wary of the dam and monitored her from the corner of his eye.

Jagwyr let the squirrel roll out from his jaws, then he shoved his nose under its soft tender belly and tumbled it torward the pair. It was still warm. Only a bit of blood darkened its gray fur where his fangs had pierced its ribs, but it was otherwise a clean kill. The pup, he knew, was too young to eat it, but he settled to his belly to observe any reaction she might have.

Only his forequarters and head were within the den; beyond his exposed haunches, his tail swished gently in the dirt.