Whitefish River There's not much comfort in this place; I'll keep you safe

A sad frown made itself known as Emrik watched Speedy struggle with the emotional turn this experience had taken. Swallowing thickly, sadness eroded the joy and excitement of earlier. “Of course.” He spoke softly, being careful to take up the exact same position she had been in just moments before. The soft cries her children offered at her absence and the lack of food would haunt Emrik for a long long time.

Upon seeing her return Emrik rose form his spot careful to not disturb his charges to much. Although he had heard the words to their packmates, none had ventured to close. As Speedy fell into a deep slumber, Emrik took up a spot within the den near the entrance. Keeping an eye on the new mother and her newborn children.