Firefly Ravine One year old and counting.

Zephyr chuckled and heaved his way out of the river, shaking his pelt out. He was glad she liked the fish, and laughed at her exuberance. But where was her mother? He had no idea that she and Teci were talking about him, but he'd have been honored. Other things were more important.
        "Rain, if I went and started my own pack, would you think I'm a wolf to follow?"