Nighttime was when the energy of her little ones began to wane. Now that their eyes were opened and they could move with more ease, she barely had time to leave them. Most of her time was spent playing or feeding Serena and Alphonse, and both activities tired her. Tucking her pups together, she slipped out of the den, careful not to wake them. Once she was clear, she headed out to the borders of the territory.
She spent her time musing on what she could teach her children as their minds developed. French, how to read the stars and clouds, how to hunt. The mother was distracted by her thoughts for a while until she saw another figure close by. She bristled for a moment, wondering if an intruder crossed the borders, but relaxed when she smelled Ferdie's scent mingled with the wolf's on. "Bonjour." She greeted the young wolf.