Swiftcurrent Creek Well, I believe those are the words of a scoundrel.

Durnehviir was of firm belief that breeding rights were something earned. Through loyalty to its leaders and commitment to providing for the pack, the opportunity to rear one's own young was not something she considered entirely inappropriate for her subordinates. If Swiftcurrent could support more than one litter, she'd have been glad to support another's dream of building her own family.

But it was not the right time, and Chusi's partaking in the season without permission had swept away Durnehviir's consideration of generosity. With her own due date fast approaching, the russet Frostfur was ten times more irritated than she thought she'd be by the recent admission of illicit courting among her ranks.

It was an act that required another, so the pregnant leader prowled Swiftcurrent territory for any of Chusi's three male companions. The girl had only specified one - @Koji - to have assisted her betrayal but Durnehviir wouldn't admit that she couldn't place that name to a face. She moved with purpose, nose to the ground in search of fresh scent trails.