Lost Creek Hollow Printemps

Naturally, he could not stop himself from reaching for the new mother first- a respectful kiss to her chin to show his utter compliance for the words that she spoke. He knew to be grateful that she was willing to allow him to touch them, and he knew as well that even as tired as she might be, a mother’s wrath could easily be awakened if he was clumsy. 

So he drew close enough to hover his muzzle over each, catching their scents and smoothing the fur along their back with a whisper of a touch. Featherlight, gentle. He settled down then alongside her, carefully folding his paws beneath his body, and keeping enough space between himself and his leader so that the pups could move around if they wished. 

He hummed thoughtfully; the names had belonged to acquaintances. He smiled, offering her a slightly guilty look- knowing that he would not have to weather the gumming and chewing as their teeth came in. ”It’s so strange to think we all started out that small.” He said. ”And even stranger how fast they grow and become like…Real wolves.” Mira’s children would be fairly self-sufficient by now, if they still lived. He tried not to think about it too much.

”How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get for you?”