Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

He recognised her, the silver-pelted beauty from the mountains. Viinturuth blinked slowly as he lifted his head to regard her quietly, rugged white ears sweeping forward with interest.

The alabaster scout stared at her, allowing himself a fleeting moment to enjoy the memory of their embrace.

Viinturuth came crashing back to reality; why was she there, and on her own? She should've whelped by now, had their coupling been successful. And what of the other she-wolf, her companion? His tongue snaked between teeth to rid his chin of a water droplet that clung to the hair there, then prowled forward to announce his presence with a low note.