Bearclaw Valley What do i do?

Rhonen had stayed far far away from the whelping den. Only putting food nearby, never at the doorway or anything of the sort. Something his father, bless him had cautioned him against. He knew to be good, to be quiet. It was the way of things. 

He was surprised from his thoughts by the sound of a chuff and he shifted to lift his large head. Ice blues landing on the woman that came towards him. Colored in hues of brown. He lowered his head, when her scent reached him. Smelling pups and milk. This was the leader of the pack then along side the man Ancelin.

He tried to get smaller, but it was impossible. Hhhhhi. Iii'm Rhrhonen.