Bearclaw Valley woe.

The thought of power sparked a match. While it was appealing to think they could collect other wolves who might be drawn by their charisma, she also felt a primal urge to create such numbers herself- the desire to have children grew with every day that the pack remained small. 

”We’ll have tho many children,” She said, pulling closer, hooking her dewclaw into the thick skin at his shoulder. ”Thoon enough I’m gonna need you,” She said, her skin dotted with goosebumps.