Duskfire Glacier Stuck in the middle

Rye was in luck, if it was Tzila he was hoping to run into. Already well within the cave system, the dark mother to be was at work. All he needed to do was follow the clues of her trail. Faint impressions of paw prints left on the ice told of her journey. Her scent was strong, laced with the sweet pungent drops of pregnancy. Fawn colored hairs not belonging to any wolf, also littered the path. Evidence of a new catch. Her victim had been a young deer, only several weeks old. Prey so small and caught alone, away from its mother, was simple for her to take down without assistance. The meal had long since been devoured, leaving only fur and skin for remains. These she would keep, but first, as Imaq had shown her, the pelt had to dry and cure.

It was still early yet, but at five weeks into her pregnancy, the cogs and gears in her head were already beginning to turn. She had been through this all once before. The first time she was inexperienced and perhaps even a little careless. Now, having learned from the past, she acted more prudently. Laying down on the cool stone floor, her slightly swollen belly was further testament to the growing lives within. A sudden jolt and a blink of silvered eyes. A soft sound of surprise. It was no more than a gentle flutter deep in her womb, the waves moving and stretching her in odd ways. She knew instinctively, without a doubt, that it was the pups stirring inside her. They were alive and well. And unlike last time, there was definitely more than two. She drew in a breath, gently running her black nose over the side of her stomach, where the potential future heirs and heiresses of Duskfire grew.