Thunder Dome no turning back...

It be the cycle o' t'ings. being a pack welf. Packs run in a welf's veins, as much as we run next to our kin. It be a feelin', somet'in' deep inside ya like. Can't s'plain i' but we know it be thar if we look. Gotta be a special kind of welf not ta want compan'inship.

She lifted her head to rest it under his neck, her face lost in his fur. 

As fer mates an' pups, well, I don't thin' all welves gotta do that. Like me befere - I didn't want one. Suppose some 'andsome black welf waltzed inta me life an'... ya know ta rest.