Nova Peak children of the wild ones

Vague references to Jorunn here!

Bazi was still digesting her latest challenge - a fifth child - when Scimitar called the family to a meeting. She had accepted the boy without protest; the pack had a core of four strong adults, all capable hunters, and plenty of food to go around. Come winter, he might even be an asset.

The pack's mother was watching her children go about their business from her perch on a raised platform of earth, and only needed to walk a short minute before Scimitar, Allure, and Swift came into view. She nosed her formidable mate's cheek and took her place at his side, nodding at her son - he chose when it was time to be affectionate, and now did not seem the time - and stooping to fuss over Allure. Satisfied that the girl's ears were clean, she turned her attention to the roundest of her babies, dragging him in for the cuddle she did not doubt he would ask her for. They would not be babies forever. Not even soft, merry little Whit.

"You stole the thought right out of my mind," she murmured to her mate. There was a lot to talk about. So far, the threat from the south was not so real to Bazi as it was to Scimitar - she had been much too preoccupied to prioritize it.