hey i'm single, so let's mingle

@Scarlett

Hello Valentine! While wolves had no idea of such a day, Spectra suddenly felt disgusted by all the happy couples that showed up, acting all lovely and dovey as if it was the best feeling in the world. What was the reason to act all lustfully, after all, nobody wanted newborns, right? Within her pack Spectra had no idea that Thistle and Ragnar were making love sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. That her pack was also blessed -- or cursed -- depending on the perspective with newborns to come as spring dawned upon them.

Maybe her sour mood dawned from the fact that it had just rained and Spectra looked like nothing more than a drowned cat on a cold, wintery day. Eventually the Stavanger Bay wolf found refuge inside the forest. Here, the high tree canopy protected her from the weather-like elements such as the cold winds and the annoying rain. Shivering softly, Spectra curled up into a small fur ball and tried to kept warm.