Whitefish River Scourge

Prim had not been far away. She had been playing around the mud pool as well until a sound caught her ears. She went to check what it was and had stumbled through the underbrush. She never really found what it was but she heard her mother whom she was always happy to see. The girl turned and moved back to where she heard her voice. So soon after her mother asked about her, the girl came from the bushes, running. She had tiny sticks and leaves hanging from her muddy fur.

"Moooom," she beamed and went to her. The girl jumped up against the bigger wolf's chest so she could lick her jaws and chin in greeting. Her tail was wagging like crazy. She liked that they were to explore more, the rain did little to stop the greyscale female from exploring their lands. Which left her dirty and full of mud from time to time.