Haunted Wood So you decided to come back hm?

His eyes went wide. Six pups?? He had never heard of a shewolf having more than 4, tops. His own litter, a vague memory like most of his puphood, had had two other siblings. "For Tor's sake, SIX?!" He exclaimed, his voice echoing off the trees in the crisp spring air, causing him to pin his ears sheepishly. 
"Valour had said there were pups in need of training. I'm going to have my paws full apparently." 
It dawned on him that might require a change in rank to have the authority to do that...the Idea of his current position causing a frustrated twitch along his hackles. "I'll try to bring you some extra food, leave it closer to the whelping dens. And I wouldn't mind a good spar."