Swiftcurrent Creek Made of protein milkshake and low carb intake

editing my post to include Easy. We posted at about the same time, lol

There had been plenty going on in this new pack since Clock and his group had arrived. Chusi's heat had not gone unnoticed to him, and even though he wasn't the type of male to chase after a female who wasn't his, that didn't make him an oblivous idiot. The days when her scent was strong around the territory, Clock kept busy by "patrolling" the boarders - taking his masculine frustrations out on anything that moved while keeping clear of the strongest of Chusi's scents.

And now, Clock could tell something else was going on. Durnehviir, nesting and ready to give birth. Having just arrived, Clock found himself caught off guard by how soon it seemed although on closer introspection, he shouldn't have been so shocked. The red-furred queen had looked ready to burst the day she graciously accepted himself and his group into the Swiftcurrent pack.

Puppies. Clock was surprised to find a little rush of excitement go through him at the thought of that. What would it be like to have puppies around? He himself had never known.

Lost in thought, the grey wolf descended a hill toward the river, intending to get a drink from a calm spot near the rocks. As he approached, he heard two female wolves conversing and saw Wylla, whom he only knew from sight, and the dark-furred female who had just been accepted into the pack. He approached at a smooth walk, intending to make introductions, and chuffed to announce himself. "Hi there, I'm Clock," he said, nodding politely to each of the females in turn. He noticed how to the white fur on Wylla's paws stood out, looking pristine and fresh after being made clean by the river hunt minutes earlier. Clock had never seen a white-toed wolf before, and he quickly averted his gaze before he became accused of rudely (or ignorantly) staring.