Swiftcurrent Creek It's getting dark in this heart of mine.

There was little he could do to soothe the fears of the blossoming mother. His eyes swept over her with soft concern, though he dare not attempt to gather her in embrace in fear it would escalate him to another maneuever on her -- one she had made clear before that had not been welcome, and while she had been mated at the time then.. He knew now, more than ever, her answer to his previous ridiculous advance would still be a resounding no.

"They will. They will accept them as their own and love them. Maybe not at first.. But in time." Of that he held no doubt. His pack comrades were complicated at best, but never did a Creek wolf do anything that did not place their fellow comrades above themselves -- and the crimson she-wolf was now one of them.