Whitebark Stream remember me for centuries

Luckily for Saena, or maybe for the lone wolf himself, his submission was immediate and there was no need to press the issue. Nevertheless, her cold blue eyes bore into him with all the scrutiny of a wolf whose borders were violated. Semet hadn't crossed over them but the creek butted up close enough to her home that, in the throes of late pregnancy, it was still too close. Any other ordinary day, wolves came and went freely in these parts, but Saena would be damned if any loner got this close to her borders when she was soon expecting pups or when they were newly born.

"Drink," she told him, but made no move to leave him be. From this moment until he was clear of the Whitefish, he was under her strict supervision. "There's also a river north of here," she informed him, half hopeful that he would find his way there instead, although he was welcome to continue his drink for now. She was momentarily tolerant of him. "I wouldn't go beyond it though," she added as an afterthought.