Swiftcurrent Creek Got Another Whiskey Waitin' on Ya

It was rare that Durnehviir left her litter, but she grasped the opportunity for freedom when Constantine arrived and offered take over baby-sitting duty. She loved her children, though had gone weeks without some breathing space to herself. While a strong maternal pull kept her fairly close to the whelping den-site, the russet Frostfur was glad for the chance to stretch her legs.

The sun shone bright on Swiftcurrent Creek and the crimson Alphess enjoyed the heat on her back. She spotted a familiar blonde female and veered toward her, announcing her presence with a soft chuffs and cheerful wave of her feathered tail.

Whisper had followed them from Ravensblood and although she'd mostly remained in the background, Durnehviir appreciated her loyalty. When last she saw her, the pale-eyed leader had not yet delivered her young. She moved in to greet the other wolfess with a bump of her forehead against a golden shoulder, before pulling back to look upon her with a warm smile. "Hey," she chirped, "long time no see. You settled in okay?"