Great Bear Wilderness Take Your Time

She was ready to return home, to rest her paws. The woman was one who enjoyed traveling, but there was pack to return to, and she longed for them all. Her mind thought of her newly proclaimed Beta, of Ivitaruk, and of the others she had left behind to bring the scrawny plains bitch home. Tonravik looked forward to her arrival, into reintegrating, and to sleeping at home.

His face upon her belly was something she had grown used to. She looked to him wonderingly, but there was no change in his face, no nuance to pick up on that he had noted anything. Indeed, all was quiet and calm within. No movement. No anything but their growth. If they in there had formed bodies yet, and paws, she was none the wiser.

He then moved behind her and nudged her forward. Tonravik obliged by slipping into the shallow pool, the day hot enough for her to desire and accept being pushed into the waters they had drank of. A dragonfly flit around her muzzle, continuing to zigzag in its own pattern. Now and then it would stop, then, go again.