Sawtooth Spire A Little Push

Ever eloquent his mate was. He longed for her words, but often went he got them he was playing a game to try to align his thoughts with her own. We should not sleep there... Was she talking about the location where they now strolled or something else. They grow too big. Ahh. Context clues. Tonravik was lucky Iqniq was quick of mind and capable of keeping up with her crypticness.

She spoke truth. The whelping den had exhausted its purposes. Those children were old enough and large enough to not be total targets to local predators or the stalking eagles which flew overhead. They were still young and naive, but they wouldn't be good parents if they sheltered them forever. The children needed room to grow. They needed the space to do so. That den no longer served any value to them.

"What do you have in mind?" he questioned. He had his own ideas for such a place; his own requirements. Certainly she had her own set of needs and wants out of the area. Then again this home was new to all of them. Perhaps wherever they moved the pups to would be an appropriate home for all the wolves within their company.