Blackfeather Woods Lusa and her pups

It was a calm day in the nursery today. There where no whines or cries. Baldur and Chevalier where feeding while Lusa tended to Peridot. Her tongue swiped across the girl's white fur, cleaning off any dirt that may be there. When she finished, she gently swapped her for Baldur, and started cleaning him. Out of all the tasks of being a mother, this was her favorite. Everytime she warmed them, they stopped whimpering immediately. It made everything seem peaceful, and it was easier to here anyone coming.


Her ears stood straight up when she heard a voice outside the den. A angry rumble rose from inside her as a new scent drifted in the air. It was a packmate, but someone she did not know. She nudged her pups under a warm fox skin from the last meal Grim had provided and headed out. She saw the light brown pelt of the wolf. She came closer to the women, a snarl on her face. "Your too close. State your business here." She had better do it fast, or else Lusa would be forced to attack.