Lost Creek Hollow the silhouette of you dancing

shadowpup was still too sweetly little to understand that silvertongue meant for ash paw to be her mother. the appearance of akavir's pups had been serendipitous in a way; nursing from two she-wolves might mean her maternity would not be in such demand. in spite of herself and these thoughts, she could not keep herself from scenting shadowpup's little outstretched paws, something slackening inside her spirit.