Swiftcurrent Creek Wat's it gun' -- wat's it gunna be

Tagging for reference, shoot me a PM if my assumptions/mild PP are wrong.  :X

It had been several weeks since the bear that robbed the pack of young Ingram crossed through Swiftcurrent territory. Durnehviir had chosen to step down from her post as Alphess around that time, intent on focusing her full attention of her pups to ensure their safety. Returning to the subordinate hierarchy had been a smooth transition for her and she'd enjoyed watching the children grow, but had begun to give some thought to resuming her position.

She basked in the afternoon sunshine in the clearing beyond the Frostfur-Mayfair den, pale chin propped atop an ivory forelimb as she quietly watched the youngsters play among themselves. She smiled inwardly, content. "They're getting big," she observed out loud, lifting her eyes to seek the resting form of her swarthy mate. Her heart skipped a beat at the realisation of how fast they were changing, knowing that before she knew it they would outdo her in size and transition into the adult ranks. Durnehviir rose her crown, turning to watch the bold @Talos as she asserted herself over her brothers, and she breathed a sigh. Slow down, the mother willed, wishing that her babies could stay this way forever.

A call from the outskirts caused her ears to prick and, eager to prove that she was ready to return to leadership, the russet wolfess rose to her paws and bid her young family farewell. She trotted swiftly from the scene, keen to avoid the objection of her offspring, made her way toward the edge of the territory where a scout awaited an answer to his call.

She slowed her stride as a dark-coated male entered her line of sight, and her feathered tail flagged dominantly upon her approach. Eyes sharp and nares flared to draw in his scent, the pale-eyed beauty moved in close to rumble a low warning: I'm in charge. "What brings you to our borders?" Durnehviir asked of him, eager to get to the point of this stranger's demand for attention.