Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

Wylla arrived behind the pack's youth, moving at a slower pace that clearly communicated both her age and her current status. She could feel in her bones that her pregnancy would soon be at its end, and so her presence today was for the sheer joy of running alongside her packmates. Mahler would murder her if she risked herself or their unborn children by behind more involved that that.

She recognized Tierra and Etienne from when they had been conversing in the distance, but she knew neither wolf well, so gave them only a brief glance of her yellow eye. For her sons, she had a wagging tail and a quietly whined greeting as she bumped each of their snouts with her own. They were so big and strapping now, the pair of them, and she was beyond proud to see them ready to hunt alongside their father.

Her thoughts turned to the others — Isa, Phaedra, Thade, Stag, and yes, even Tiercel — and she hoped each of them were well fed and safe, wherever they were. Now she turned her eye upon her mate, awaiting his command.