Whitefish River Across the Rolling Hills

The children were becoming more mobile now, and she knew it was almost time to start taking them outside the den for small parts of the day. She kind of dreaded it if she was being honest; they were already a handful and she worried greatly about what kind of trouble they might get into outside. But she knew it was important part of their development and she wanted them to have fun, despite the worry it caused her. 

Currently both son and daughter were sleeping soundly against her, and she ran her nose over them gently as they quietly slumbered. She curved around them protectively, resting her head on the ground near them. But when she heard the Constable's voice from the entrance of the den, she quickly lifted her head again to smile at him. 

It seemed he had food and wanted to check on things, for which she was grateful. She was always hungry and she loved company whenever Emrik was gone. Hey, Hieronymous, she said amiably, her tail waving against the ground. Please come in.

Mohe seemed to wake then and was moving towards the man in a speed she hadn't yet seen from her rambunctious son. She watched in surprise as the tiny boy barked in the much larger wolf's face right before reaching up try and bop her packmate on the nose. He fell back, though, and Speedy shifted forward, hopefully not waking Malila. She gave Hieronymous an apologetic look before picking up her son and settling back down around her daughter. She placed Mohe next to his sister and looked back to her company. I'm sorry, he's quite the handful it seems.