Sunset Valley fortune days

Each new day and the puppies are more mobile than the last. Soon, there won’t be anything stopping them. The first few weeks have been the same as the first litter but they’ve started to develop into their own personalities and she realizes it’s going to be a whole new experience. They’d have a rocky start with last year and thinking they were better prepared this time only puts a damper on it at times.

Sometimes she thinks parenthood really isn’t for her.

She’d slipped away from the den early in the morning and began to patrol in order to clear her mind. Round the northern bend, her direction changes and she begins to make her way west.

By the time she hits the valley, her fur is waterlogged and dripping. The rain has started to lighten up but there’s no sign of reprieve in the cloudy skies overcast with rain clouds. It doesn’t bother her much and she shakes every so often only for it to return to a wet, bulky mess.

The silhouette in the distance forces her to stop and she slows to a stop. At first, a flutter in her stomach reminds her of food but better inspection proves to be wolf. Her posture shifts, tail lifting slightly without arching over her back and her head remains elevated enough for some sense of power. Eventually, her feet continue to carry her through the valley and she does not change her path as she gets a bit closer to the stranger.