Erika enjoyed the stories. Ferdie was a talented story-teller. Every night he would come and spin a different tale; some about the pack, some about Swiftcurrent, the pack Ferdie was originally from (at least in Teekon Wilds), others, she guessed, were about his own life. She loved listening to them, and she guessed her pups did too, even though they probably didn't understand the words. They most likely enjoyed the sound of his voice.
Today was the day her pups eyes opened. For now, their eyes were a dark blue, but over time it would change into their permanent colors. He came in with a raccoon; something she ate regularly back home in Quebec. She relished the meal, moving away from her pups to eat the fatty mustied.
The den wasn't big, so she pressed to one side of the cavern, yellow eyes fixed on her squealing pups as Ferdie settled by them.