Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

the mother mourned her calf and would stay close.
heda reluctantly turned away. she sniffed long at the carcass and then looked up at the other wolf. "you're not from moonglow." his scent was like them but not interlaced as was on kukutux or the others.
heda was brazen in her youth. again she watched the man for an answer, ready to soak up whatever teachings he might eke out to her.
so far four packs had gathered in the area. she wondered if he was from a fifth.