Blackfeather Woods From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent

Motherhood was something very new to the sje wolf. However she wondered why she wasn’t like most she wolf’s were very determined to keep most out however she was protective of her children, she trusted only a few.

She had been resting since the pups birth, they didn’t do much other than sleep and eat. Just then she heard a voice coming from the entrance of her den. “Yes, I’m here.” She said with a chuckle; where else would she be. “Your welcome to come in.” This was one of the wolves that she trusted.