Where the hell had that male gotten off to?

It was a chore always being cooped up in the den with the children. It was made worse by the fact that I both longed for Aranck's presence and dreaded it, often sending him away amid snarls and snaps. A few times I had gotten a few tufts of fur and he had retaliated, scratching my face even while he made the retreat. Instinctively we both knew it was only because I was protecting the pups. He HAD declared he would kill them, after all, and I would make damn sure after whelping the creatures that they survived. Also that he would come to have some attachment to them so, by some sort of mental link, we would all be linked together.

The wenches stink had disappeared and I assumed it was a moment of overwhelming desires for Aranck, despite being huffy about it. I had given him plenty of time, had I not? The pups were growing persistent in their latching and I was growing sore, my tender belly finally screaming at me to leave. So I did. I got up, despite their whining, and I left. I told them to stay in the den and hide in the shadows if Aranck came back, but that i was going to look for him because I was hungry and if they wanted food, I needed food first.

Somehow that ended up with me leaving Diveen and finding myself in the fields of Ruieze. I hear the call of some female and angle my direction towards her, pressing my ears back in annoyance as I picture Aranck romping with some new female. This, in turn, made me snarl and scowl as I come into sight of the hunting wolves. Two talk weird, in some language. I ignore them, nose twitching at the marshy scent of Iromar that wafts from the dark female. It made my chest clench in longing for my brother, Malum. Not Iromar - despite having been born there, it had never been my home. I even glance at the other strange male as he circles everyone.

Aranck was not here but that was alright. I decided to see how well I could pull off the tired and hungry look and sit down. Maybe one of the two males would feel bad and get me some food. It never hurt to feel clever, you know?