Hideaway Strath A vulture in a suit and tie

Derg could help the little smirk that crept on his face from his son's panic and poor escape.
He tucked his mini-me closer, hopefully helping dry him out. Arlette will be furious. Maybe he'll dunk the kid in some water - yeah, hell look fresh out the womb then. Perfect. No mud, no strangers, just playing in the river with dad.
He assessed the woman who was certainly a new member to the pack - Derg was surprised Kynareth let new faces in during whelping - and was probably another side piece. He wondered which limb the brindle male will be missing when Derg next sees him.
War.

"What about it?"
He knew they were planning on fucking up Ursus sometime soon. But still. not in front of Tumeric, who Derg now tucked further underneath him, blocking his way forwards through his front legs.
And to hide him from that too curious glance.
What was she doing with his son?