Whitefish River To make you feel my love

She waited and waited, but her mate never returned. She grew worried, wondering if something had happened. But she quickly tried to reason that thought away; she hadn't heard anything outside to suggest a fight or anything really. Still, she worried. Maybe he had just gone to get food? Maybe he was just talking to to twins and they would all three come strolling through the den entrance at any moment. 

But no one ever came. She was curled around her newborn pups, golden gaze glued to the opening of the den for any movement. Eventually, she grew too worried and since she wasn't in the condition to get up and go outside just yet, nor did she want to leave her hours old children alone, she lifted her head and softly called out: Emrik? Where had her husband gone? Sweetie? Are you still out there? She waited for a response as the chirping of busy early morning birds filled the otherwise silent air.