Whitefish River Ole King's Blood

Wyn was always keeping herself busy with exploring and running around. She rarely sat still for some time. Even in her sleep she seemed to keep on running with endless amount of energy. The light grey girl rushed past the elder fir, some branches hanging from her mouth as she rushed past. Only when she spotted a big grey blob in the corner of her eyes she turned. She dropped the branches and then tipped her head.

She had never seen this wolf before. The girl was lighter in coloring than her mother but she had her eyes. Wynter marveled at the male's size. She mostly saw the females of this pack and they weren't even close to this size. Maybe it was an intruder! She braced herself and bared her puppy teeth. "Strangers are not allowed here!," she boldly growled, her growl only a chirp really.