Don't mess with this gang of killer wolves!

Her wounds were recovering quickly now that she was home. The familiar atmosphere of her dark haven had healing powers, and she was up and walking about in mere days after returning back to Blackfeather. Burke's prescence was helpful as well; with the tank by her side, she felt at peace, though secretly, she felt a small bit of yearning for Slade, her Dark Brother. He had slipped off after delivering her back to her domain, but she wished he had stayed. They needed him.

Now more than ever, despite the influx of wolves (all of them female, and all very close to Burke) in her pack, they were practically starving. The storm drove away the herds of prey it did not kill, and now they were feeling the effects.

She did not have to travel far to answer her mate's call. She was always lurking in the shadows behind him in one way or the other when she was not looking for her absentee children. Parting from the dark shroud, Meldresi pressed her body against Burke's nuzzling her muzzle through his scruff before taking her place close at his side. Her indigo eyes swept over the new arrivals. She knew Ayana — she and Burke accepted her not long after their mating, but the others were unfamiliar. Young. Meldresi had no doubt of Burke's loyalty to her, and her to him, but why wouldn't she be just a little suspicious? Her mate must have been lonely when she was gone...

But now wasn't the time for jealousy, her stomach reminded her. They needed to hunt.