Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] i am sorry my love's too much for you

Wylla pranced across the dewy grass into the light fog blanketing the vale, threatening to disappear but stopping just short of where Mahler might lose sight of her. As expected, her mate followed after her and Wylla coiled sinuously around him, nipping at his hip bone and flank to spur him to action.

She cared not if their sons saw them, or the other wolves of Paleo, or if they were heard; they would ensure the strength of their small pack in these moments and Wylla had no time to be shy about it.