Snippet #1564555

Ayame opened her eyes as she heard the call, and sat up. Conan was back. Now the pups could eat. She stood up, and pushed Shade and Chase gently with her nose to rouse them from sleep. She looked around the den at the rest of her pack, before stretching herself to her full length, and yawning widely, exposing all her teeth. Blinking a few times, she shook herself, her russet-browney gold fur shining in the early morning light. She padded to the entrance of the den, and sniffed deeply. Conan wasn't too far, a mile, maybe two. That wouldn't be too far to walk for the pups. 'Ayame!' she scolded herself in her head. 'You're coddling them again! They will soon be big wolves, well capable of outrunning you, and then will you stop worrying?' The honest answer was, no. She would always worry about them, and the others as well. She still worried when Dante went out, and he was the Beta! But, all things must come and go, as was the will of the Great Mother.