The adult wolf settled down beside the water, pausing to take a long drink room its icy depths. They had finally moved here from the dangerous den they had been only a few days before. The pups were growing and they could even speak. They had their own personalities, their own little quirks and he loved them all. Yet the worry of their safety was eating him up inside. He wanted to protect them but he had no idea how to fight and neither did Aeria.
They would have to rely on words to protect them.
He reclined onto the frosty ground and let his gaze drift across the river. Oh he missed being a naive little pup.
