Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

Sadey is not a motherly wolf, truth be told not even a nice wolf. However, a debt owed needs paying and this Natigivik pack had given her healing. She was allowed to roam, a bit. Not as much as she was want too. She had left her healing bed, to catch some game. The numbers of this pack seemed small. 

Once upon a time, she'd have got the gang to attack it, but now that seemed in poor face. So instead she would pay what was owed and protect them she supposed in her own way. While walking, one tiny white paw in front of the other, a movement caught her eyes. She studied her quarry. A young pup, not yet a yearling. He was leaving the territory. The red on his fur was a clear indicator that he belonged to the leader of the pack.

So abandoning her hunt. She followed him at a safe distance. She didn't wish to quell his sense of adventure, but she would keep an eye on him none the less for Miss. Amalia, for the leader of Natigvik. Because to lose a child, well she imagined that was a pain worse than having lost her husband, but she didn't dwell on it.