Bearclaw Valley Pining

The pack had been given a fresh start, thanks to the few newcomers they'd picked up recently. She nodded, a faint smile on her lips. It felt too soon to decree that they were thriving. Many wolves had joined the pack only to leave, sometimes without warning- so she knew not to count her chickens before they hatched. But Milan, at least, seemed optimistic. 

It would be much easier to raise children as well, if they had help. I'm thinkin tho, yeah, She said with a grin. I'd love to thee the valley full of li'l Bearclaw kidth. She said, with a light chuckle. You theem like the kind who liketh kidth, huh? Easy to guess, with the smile that came to her face when she brought them up.