Arrow Lake fall down a rabbit hole

AW but she's calling for Mahler. :o

Three weeks and the she-wolf’s seclusion only served to fuel the tension she felt within her breast. Stigmata would bring her meals as much he could—even taking to sleeping outside the whelping den at different times when he was available. The protective mother had let him gaze upon his children, but not without a warning grimace of a snarl upon her face. His proclamation to her had never wavered—that he was hers. But she also did not know what words he spoke to Takiyok, or any of the other mothers within their ranks.

The trust that had once been able to be placed on another had dwindled in the wake of her children’s birth, and the darkness she felt from the quiet of her thoughts did little to soothe her growing fears.

The day itself was overcast. The clouds above seemed to roil above, signifying the mother’s dark mood and her growing concern. The eyes of her babes had opened, and their milk teeth had made their presence known by sharp testing nips. The small girl and her silver brother were keen on ambling, trying their shaky limbs as they toddled.

Their dark brother, however, seemed more fatigued than them—and she smoothed her nose over him, noting she had not yet seen him try his mobility. There was a fleeting moment of rising worry that escalated in her chest—a worried hitch of breath before she unfurled herself from them, and pressed toward the den entrance. Green eyes scoured before her, and with a clipped call, she beckoned for @Mahler—she could not allow her concerns to be swallowed by her trepidation of trust toward her pack mates intentions.