Whitefish River Erlkönig

Her heart thrummed in anticipation of a good pack hunt- and in anticipation of meeting other wolves! She still felt that there was a good chance they might hunt with Moontide soon as well, though it seemed ideal to hunt close to home so that the children could manage the journey and watch from a distance, safe with the pack's elder. 

She noted Granite's sullen features, and tried to offer him a sympathetic smile if he glanced her way. He was the most distant child, out of the batch, and she hoped one day that he might relax and open up. Perhaps eventually Baldr would wear down his defenses. 

She eyed the elk from the shadows, before turning to watch the procession of Epoch wolves approach. They brought two children with them as well, which might give Baldr, Leifa and Granite some new friends. The woman seemingly in charge of the group greeted her mother quietly. Thyra offered a friendly smile and a bob of her head to any who looked her way.