Moonspear the puppet show

She tensed as her cousin drew in close (really close, in fact), but she relaxed once again when she felt he meant no harm. There was something pleasant about being close to somebody, and she likened it to being close to her parents and brother back in the den. And yet... it was decidedly different. She did not know his name, but he was part of her pack. That much she could sniff out on her own.

Sialuk blinked when the other, even older wolf arrived, chewing loudly on a stick. She did not know him, either, but she watched intently as he snapped the stick into smaller pieces. The warm wolf bolted forward for the stick, and Sialuk felt a sense of loss that he was gone from her side. It had been comforting. She stayed where she was, content to watch them fight over the stick while she observed.