Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

"great strat, babe," ancelin murmured, all he would say before ameline's quick leadership divided them into two groups and two roles.
when tvar and cole soared forward, ancelin followed at their right. his eyes were trained more on the younger wolves, those who had come to join them as well as his own daughters.
hunters in their own right, they had earned the lack of their father's interference, but it didn't mean he had no worry for them.
the cold stung his eyelids as a loud, cracking snarl broke from his throat and he cut between the milling bison, driving the nearest off, back, tail revolving wildly to keep his balance in the churning snow.