Wild Berry Meadow we get it on most every night

Milan had remained in the flatlands longer than she initially expected. They were quiet, and she was finding that benefited her.

She should have smelled the stranger, but the call reached her first. Milan paused, considering her options before returning with a howl of her own; it felt rude to ignore it.

When she did smell them however, she was immediately interested. The stranger was pregnant. Without thinking, the smaller wolf bee lined through the grass in search of them.