Nova Peak spin city

It took the giggling pair a few minutes to compose themselves. Bazi got to her feet, shook the loose dirt from her fur, and returned her mate's affections with fussing of her own. Their time alone was drawing to a close; one did not need a master's degree in meteorology (or even more than two senses and half a brain) to know that it was going to rain.

Enthused by their plans to sculpt an army out of their children, and determined that even Whittier would become a useful member of the pack, Bazi made silent plans to attack the coming day with renewed gusto. It was time to change - to be better; for the sake of her mate and her children.

Of course, those plans would never come to pass.

Still exchanging laughter and the occasional flirtatious nip to the rear, the two wolves picked their way down the side of the mountain to attend to their young.