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Fine.

With a glance over his shoulder, Dovev's eyes followed Star as she motioned to the hole in the small rise of a hill. Apparently it belonged to some sort of pair, names he had never had the pleasure of hearing.

Who were they? the male questioned, pivoting his body so that it faced the den entrance. The opening was dark and wavering, as if some sort of secret emanated from its depths. Personally, Dovev would've widened the den, allowing his larger frame to fit in, but to also provide more light. His daughter's den had been shallow and spacious, as whatever sun could get in would provide warmth. There was still plenty of snow on the ground when she had been born. Glancing at Star, the eta wondered how old this little Creek wolf was. Although she was just about adult height, she still had some muscling out to do.