New life (Joining)

Thistle strode from the pack lands. Her belly a little rounder than yesterday, her former dull eyes, beginning to gain their life back. Now that she was no longer sick at every turn or movement, she was coming back into her own. The babes that grew in her womb were enough to fight for.

She tilted her head when she got towards the border line, another wolf lay near their borders, though not on them yet. She chuffed quietly to get the others attention. Then she stood tail over her back, head held high and she waited.

Why are you so near our borders?