Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

There was a lack of love nor care in his tone at the mention of pups to be born within the pack. She did not know if they were his own, though by his tone perhaps they were from another whom he did not wish in his ranks. A threat, perhaps, should the kin not be his own broad. 

Then he settled with a 'done' and just as quick as that she was in their little group of devious young and wild. He stands taller and she outwardly quivers with delight. He questions her, a deep one, yet slipped from his lips so nonchalantly. He was intrusive and he didnt give a rat's ass, nor did she. To be forever young, She quips, her brightly blue eyes staring so curiously at him. The witch went on, I can take care of those children for you, if you need... Perhaps it would only be assumed she would watch over them, teach them and care for them. And oh, she definitely could! Had plenty before. Yet, if they were not wanted...a lick of her maw suggested something far different for them.