Swiftcurrent Creek trampled by turtles

Pleased by the fresh meat (although some part of her thought it could be poison), Fox gobbled up the offering as the younger wolf spoke. Swallowing the last chunk just as the other asked for a place among her ranks, Fox shook her coat and eyeballed the young sassy creature. Bones reminded her of herself at that age, which of course meant that she was going to be one hell of an addition. Fox pondered for a moment, wondering if adding yet another young mouth to feed would be a great idea. Summer was almost upon them, which meant that finding prey would be easier. Besides, it would give Aethon somebody roughly his own age to pal around with. Not that Fox was much older than either of them.

“So where is this mother of yours?” she asked. Fox expected a sob story about how all her parents were killed, along with the rest of the pack. She only expected such a thing because that was usually the reason kids did not have their parents around to watch out for them.