Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

Scarlett yawned loudly when she woke up after dawn. This usually never happened to her. She always rose with the sun but today she wasn't, apparently. She noticed that she was sleeping longer. It might have something to do with the pups growing in her belly. Every time she thought of it she felt warm and fuzzy inside. She wanted to have babies so badly ever since she was a teenager and now finally she was becoming a mother. The white queen surfaced out of her den and went to drink by the stream next to their home. It was a quite morning, as every morning in Bearclaw.

Scarlett wanted to check up on the caches, as a gamekeeper she needed to keep the meat supply up. But before she could reach it there was a howl sounding through the air! Oh how exciting! The white female steered into a new direction and climbed up the boulder path to meet this lone wolf that might wanted to join them. Her tail was held high but Scarlett had a friendly disposition. Her red eyed fell on the white female across from her. "Hello fellow white one," she greeted with a hum on her lips. "You called for me?"