Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

relmyna could not remember how many times that very hour she had retrieved her nightcub. dutifully she paced after astara again, until a heady thought struck her. glancing around the interior of the whelping glen, and then out-of-doors, relmyna growled lowly, a tone meant to pause the babe. wait. as it was different from the wolfess' usual answer of no, she hoped astara would hear her and hold fast for the moment it took averna to join her at the cave-mouth.