Bearclaw Valley Mommy Look-a-Like

The pale pelted female entered the den with a small hare clutched firmly in her bloodied jaws. Pajuk,to bring a gift of food,was a common tradition in her former pack and strangers would sometimes deliver exotic prey to her parents in exchange for the right to rest a night in their territory.As had many traditions of her home land,this practice remained with the wolf as she traveled over the vast lands of this region.Her culture made her who she was and she’d be nothing without it.For the pup’s sake though she attempted to leash her native tongue so as not to confuse young Desna.Her father was surely teaching her the proud language but the whelps had a long way to before they could even fluently speak at all in the language of their mother.
Azaria deposited the catch at the little one’s paws as a small offering made in greeting to the pup.The calm arctic creature had always loved being around pups though her experience with them was actually limited due to her aimless wandering.She briefly nudged the dark pup’s muzzle with her own as she herself moved to seat herself beside the pup she was entrusted to look over for the evening.
“Salutitsinik kitunngak.How are you?I brought something in case you were hungry now,but you may share it with your siblings later if you are not.”the kind wolf spoke as she rested her snowy body against the ground with a kind smile playing over her features.She was perfectly content to keep the pup company and watch over her while her parents attended their duties.