Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

"Sprogs... really?" Ferdie chuckled Bazi and I may be offended if we knew what sprogs were, She and I share a den you know. Although until recently I never used a den either, I never had the time to make one. Bazi made me make time.

Ferdie yawned and lay down curling around bones doing his best not to crowd her, wet or not he provided warmth that the rain seemed to sap from the air. Soon thereafter he fell asleep knowing full well that Bones was likely going to leave him when it suited her, as all younglings were likely to do. Unable to sit still like the older wolves