Two Rivers Isle New land, New rules

She had followed, at their tail, for a period of time she had no name for. Her ears had been pricked, her eyes constantly roaming, as the silver orbs searched for any flickers of movement she might see. She was beginning to feel a feirce protectiveness for the tiny pups, even though they couldn't do much beside roll around and were silent except for tiny peeps, they were strong. They had survived so much, and yet there was still so much to come. They were three weks old now; quite an accomplishment for the little bundles. 

The land across the river looked promising, and she stood by Malice's side, albeit a few meters off, as she spoke and surveyed the water. She followed as they made their way across, eyes on the pups lest they fall out of the grasps of their parents (however unlikely that was).

She nodded in agreement with Burke, for her paws were sore and her paw pads, tough as they were, were cracked and bloodied. "Yes. Should we sleep in shifts? We know naught what wolves dwell here."