Bearclaw Valley Like a rushing waterfall

When Kove came to herd his children, the swarthy she-wolf relaxed slightly. Her own green eyes drifted between the two walking pups, keeping careful watch upon them, but it was Scarlett’s snarl that drew her eyes up sharply. Her anger was clear upon the ivory male – her mate, and when she instructed that both her other children were to be carried, Vega did not waste any time in following her direct order. She was not one to mess with a mother.
 
Her muzzle bent down, her nose brushing over the top of the girl’s head to reassure her, despite that she was a stranger to her. Gently, she made to scoop her up in her jaws, her paws not pausing for long as she knew they would need to evacuate the area quickly.