Arrow Lake rocket raccoon

Haha aw the joys of fatherhood. Hope y'all are doing better now!

There was no ill-intent in the little red wolf, though this did not necessarily mean she was harmless. Cocking her head to the side in intrigue, she whined softly and urged the older wolf to continue. As he began, she heard his voice change into that of a storyteller. She was captivated. Her story had certainly not been false, though this did not necessarily mean it was truthful. In fact, she had heard the story from the big, black wolf himself. Any falsification would have been his own bias towards his experience. As she listened to the story unfold, she found pieces which were similar, and the common thread of misunderstanding, as well as a tragic note of conclusion, were present. Feeling a frown dimple the cheeks of her face, she looked at him curiously and then realized. She wanted to ask more about this "first wolf," who still remained an enigma in her understanding and who seemed to be at the crux of all this drama. "Who was this first wolf?" Hearing small squeaks, the little red wolf turned to look down at her raccoon babies and realized they were all bawling. It was difficult to know whether they had understood the story or simply had been caught in the older wolf's storytelling. Hushing them, she licked each on the head before pushing them once more to the other wolf's gift of food. They continued to make faces before eventually giving in. Just this question, she thought. "And what happened to those two males?" Okay, one more.