King Elk Forest Born In Flames

Her whelps were nearly three weeks old. All of them had their eyes open, and two of them had already gotten into a fight; her firstborn bore a scar. The white whelp was an albino. Vex was still uncertain about what to do.

She left her whelping den with her children asleep, then prowled the dark woods for a time. She let out a loud, booming call for @Kevalin, settling atop a flat rock to wait.