She had been anticipating the call, eventually. Being shot down by Ferdie at her first attempt to step in and help with the children hadn’t deterred her from wanting to assist, but if left her with the lingering question of when? So it was with surprise Kipling jerked her head upright at the abrupt call, hesitating before pulling herself up. It wasn’t Ferdie doing the summons, and never having heard Erika’s howl before she wondered at who it was as she began to trek down slope. The she-wolf realized then, she was heading in the direction of the whelping den and with new enthusiasm she quickened her pace.

She came down smoothly, circling around to greet the dark Kappa with the soft wag of her tail, and a small hopeful smile curled upon her face. She didn’t outright assume, what she wished she’d had been called for, but the question hung with the widening of her bright eyes.

Whoah! She exclaimed taken back for a moment at the dark boy’s antics—they were far from potatoes now, they seemed to have grown overnight and where getting not only bigger but more mobile by the day. Kipling didn’t doubt in a week or two they’d been a pawful for both parents alone, but then again, that was some of the logic behind wolves living in packs. She was delighted to know that Erika shared her viewpoints on such a matter, because really all she had wanted was to help in the best way she knew how.

I’ve never had any of my own. Just little brothers and sisters, but I’d love to help. Anytime, you just tell me and I’m here—kinda like now. And at that she chuckled slightly, though she was honest with her words. This is what she wanted to do, and Erika’s pregnant arrival might have been unexpected but it was not unwelcome. Especially now that she could see the pups tumbling about, What’re their names? She exclaimed with new excitement, peering down at the bundles of joy, and crouching low so that she was now on their level instead of their mother’s.