Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

Niamh needn't worry about little Alyx. It would be ages before she even was able to entertain finding a suitable mate on account of being related to nearly every wolf in the pack. If that wasn't enough, then the fact that odds were high of Alyx growing up to have an extremely lofty opinion of herself certainly would keep most sensible men at bay. Good looks and a doting mom who complimented said good looks? Sounded like a recipe for vanity if ever there was one.

Thankfully, right now she was little more than a ball of black fur with some faint bronze markings who didn't know what she looked like, what that meant, or what a husband was. She knew simple things, like when she was hungry or what to do when her belly was massaged or how to whimper and whine when she needed something. Nothing so troublesome as manipulating boys or breaking hearts.

Although Alyx did already know that she craved the lion's share of attention, so much so that she began to protest loudly the minute Niamh's attentions moved from herself to her siblings.