Whitefish River I feel like prey, I feel like praying

Desna nodded slowly and then smiled as she remembered her mother. The young female was inspired, especially because her alpha thought this way about her mother. Desna realized she could take the good from her mother as an inspiration in life. Her mother had been something special even before the depression took her life.

"Thank you, Saena. It means a lot," she spoke to her, sounding a bit choked up. Valette's eyes fell on the pup and then smiled. "Maybe we were just calmer than yours. I mean you are pretty on fire too," she spoke, hope she did not overstep her boundaries. She meant it in a good way after all.