Qeya River crudo

:D!

the man was quiet. the woman spoke already of a pupil. silvertongue considered delaying until the pups were somewhat older, the thought propelled by age-old instinct of warding strange wolves from a den of infants. but they needed hunters now. she saw little other choice, and looked at them with clear eyes which said she wished to trust. "we will teach. send them," the sharpfang offered. it was work, but they had not been here long at all to have anything else. this must be their offering, at least until the former valleywolves found themselves in a better position to negotiate.