Swiftcurrent Creek des knaben wunderhorn

The young mother did not find it strange no one had visited her own whelping den with a gift besides the father of their litter. They were mere Omegas - traitorous bastards, one could call them. Not even Durnehviir, the woman that had promised to help out with motherhood, had come to see what Chusi had created. Nor Arrille or Clock for that matter. What friends she had, pfft.

Knowing both her young and Koji would enjoy some time to bond, she left their den to stretch her legs and drink some from the river. Her whole body felt a bit soar from birthing and nurturing the babes that had spawned along with so many other in The Creek. Eilonwy and Kubo would have some playmates, at least. Chusi herself never had that luxury, which was probably why she had grown up faster than many. Not in age of course, but in wisdom and understanding of the world (though it was primarily rainbows and butterflies, she hoped).

When she spotted the man, a packmate she knew little about, she smiled a bright yet tired smile and with a small wag from her lowered tail did she greet him.