Silver Creek They're burning down the world

@Indra and @Laurel as asked!

As Saena plodded back through the unfamiliar wood toward the clearing the cubs were housed in, she let loose a mighty yawn. There was yet much to be done, borders to fortify and instructions to give and reports to hear, but the Alpha female was weary and sought only the comfort of her children. Her paws fell heavy on the ground with steps weighed by exhaustion and hunger both, and beneath the fur Saena's eye sockets were slightly sunken, but she was in good spirits as she passed along the bank of the river that cut through their territory, and when she swivelled and headed southwest to the glen her children were sure to be in, she was smiling.

Strong, they were. Her children had crossed leagues to get here, some of the way in the clutches of loyal Phoenix wolves and some on their own soft new paws. They would probably not remember the journey when they grew up, nor the home they'd left behind, but Saena would, and she would remember how they had survived the hard journey, and all wolves of the pack had long since earned the right to know them. Milo had taken sick with a cold, but Indra and Laurel were hearty and healthy as far as the Alpha female knew, and as she broke through the trees into a clearing that would house many wildflowers but was bare now, she barked for her children. Someone was watching them, and Saena shot them a nod of thanks, but it was her cubs she was focused on.