Neverwinter Forest against warmth embrace

She slept peacefully, children beside herself, and felt exhausted after the previous day of energy draining and prayers to their health. Awoken, Miriam was startled by her daughters high-pitched cry, and looked over to see a larger pup, not of her own, crept forward. He was brown unlike the trio's gray, but smelled of Neverwinter. A pup, she did not know of.

Knowing he was harmless, but the maiden bent over to pick up her daughter, and draw her back to her brother who warmly was by her belly. A paw, laid a barrier between the older pup, and her own as Miriam curiously looked at him, "Who are you?" They spoke gibberish, but enough to converse. Just a small child, who barely got off their mothers milk. She did not know many within the Pack, much less the children beside her own.. 

Where did they come from?

A small smile, a calm toward the small intruder in her den.