Swiftcurrent Creek Ever chased chickens?

Noor watched Knew's wreckless behavior and quietly sucked her teeth in a motherly sort of way. She was an older wolf; not old enough to be considered elderly, but nonetheless of age to have mothered both Knew and Gwen. That's bad! she called out, not being able to properly word her contempt for his dangerous behavior. It seems none of the wolves in these parts have had any home training, I swear. Noor laughed and turned to look in Gwen's direction, then looked back at Knew, and she smiled for a moment remembering her own sweetheart and the joy they once brought each other. It was a beautiful thing, this infantile affection. She hoped that both Gwen and Knew were aware of how much of a blessing it was, and that they knew to savor it. Mashallah.