The Heartwood In the Bleak Midwinter

"Cool, Riko." She said. When Riko asked her name, Runt felt embarrassed. Runt was a stupid name. But it was the only one that belonged to her, despite how shameful it was to her. "Runt." She told her, glancing away from Riko at the river. "The river here is going south, but branching off Whitefish which heads south-east. The gorge is north-west of here." She said. "Our alpha to be is a wolf called Mara. I'm sure she'll be fine with you helping to fill her first ranks." She told Riko fondly. Runt couldn't wait to get this whole pack show on the road. And she couldn't wait to turn a year old, because she had some plans for her rank to discuss with Mara when she did...