Swiftcurrent Creek Wherever you are, this is home

In complete contrast to Cygnet's disgust, Pukei could not contain her excitement at the sight of the pups. She had raced to where Arlette's summons had rung out from as soon as the call went up; her hesitation over visiting decreasing as the children grew older (and hopefully, Arlette's fierce protectiveness over them).

"Hi, babiesssss!" she greeted in a shrill voice as she came upon the young family, gaze immediately focusing on the four smallest wolves. Well, small was probably not the word most would use for them. They were definitely...a healthy size. A bountiful harvest of a litter. However, there was no denying that they had inherited the bulk of their father's genes – right down to the matching silver ring around each of their eyes.

She came to a stop at a respectable distance away so as not to scare the children, flopping onto her stomach with her forelegs splayed out, hoping to entice at least one closer with her invitation to play.