Cricket Creek Bog Friends in Short Supply

Shalon nodded her head, she could only assume that most packs were more strict considering her own pre-birth excil from her mothers pack. Her own upbringing had been unsanctioned and therefore she had not been welcomed into her moths pack. Even if she was the grand-daughter of the alpha pair. Shalon merely nodded to the girl, she assumed that once the pack had more of a foot hold there would be more control set in regards to breeding. And hopefully by then Alder might have a hold of his hormones, Shalon wasn't sure if the pack could go through another year of him having more than one litter. And frankly she was sure that Aspen would not tolerate as such. 

Continuing in there path Shalon spoke smoothly, "Then you must know how I fell! Having no experience with pups." She looked at her travelling companion wondering if indeed they were of the same background, she was rather nervous with so many pups it was hard to know how to react. The ground still mush between her paws, she shook a chunk of mud from between her toes. Suddenly uncomfortable in the think goo beneath her.