Bearclaw Valley fix you

Potema noticed both her brothers' reactions to her arrival. They were talking about something they did not want her to hear, from Damien's jaws snapping shut. Her eyebrows raised questioningly, but she kept silent. That, they could talk about later. For now, they had something more important to look at. 

She did not know what to expect with newborn pups. What they would look like, what they would do. Scarlett brought them out one by one, Potema's curiosity rising with each new bundle. They didn't even look like wolves. More like pieces of shed hair with legs and a face. And they were chubby. Had they been so fat and fluffy before? She tried to imagine Damien like that and nearly laughed.

One of the pups climbed up on Scarlett's side, mouth smeared the milk it had kneaded out of its mother's side. It looked at them, and made strange, gurgling in what she thought was an attempt at a bark. She smirked, moving forward to sniff the little fat bundle. "What's her name?"