Askan wasn’t great, but he was getting better, slowly but surely. As long as he remained on a generally positive slope, his mate saw no reason to complain. Sometimes he went out without the younger wolf, either to patrol or to take himself on a small hunt, and today was no different. A hare hung from the dark wolf’s mouth as he trotted back into Wild Rye Fields territory, on his way to the usual cache. His own personal stores were brimming – when Askan refused to leave their personal den, he had little else to do to kill time. Even the pack’s panty seemed to be rather full, and Reyes hesitated for a moment.
Several moments, actually.
And then he reoriented himself, moving in a direction he’d only hovered in briefly the past few weeks. It was easy to determine where they were, naturally, because Jessie and Drestig had a particular sent…as did newborns, he came to realize. The gamma padded up to the mouth of the den, dropped his fresh kill before backpedaling several lengths. He hardly knew the alpha female, much less if she was a particularly aggressive mum. His own Mama had snapped at him a few times when he got too close to the twins when they were still tiny.
“Jessie?” he rumbled softly. “I brought something. If you want it.”