Verdant Basin A thing or two

him and his daughter. not their mother. a strange dynamic, but perhaps a necessary one.
he too travelled. wandered. 
she wondered why he hadn't settled them. why he didn't stop to rest with a family.

her lips pursed and twisted into a sordid smile at the memory of her children. the sons and daughter she'd left behind at the hands of those foul beasts. the little girl bearing Kynareths brindle. running up her little legs.

"it isn't," she murmured her response. it was a heavy winter. a hard snow with icy winds, making the snows tough and harsh against nose and paw. Not life softer drifts which the young could play in.
not at all.

"so why are you?" she turned her eyes to him, assessing and questioning. for one wolf it was enough. to have to bear a single one of your kin too was harder. especially if it was a child, as she was thinking.