Gone Tomorrow
It was amazing how quickly things could change. One minute, she was perfectly content and happy with the world and the way it was going. She was thoroughly elated by the idea of becoming a mother. And yet, now...it just didn't seem like such a good idea. After all, it was such a rushed thing. Borlla's outburst at the meeting, not even an hour ago, was all that it took to make the fairly confident she-wolf that was Corinna Donata doubt herself. Talk about self esteem issues.
But life must go on, and Cori was determined that she was still going to do right by the young that were taking shape within her. She didn't know how many there were, and wouldn't until they came into this world, but she wanted them to grow up in a world that helped to cater to their comforts. And she would start with the pack den. She had asked for help in her efforts, and as she stepped away from the gathering of her pack mates, and hoped that they would stay true to their word and follow her. But even without their help, she was going to put her heart and soul into the den. That is where she would go and be trapped for who knows how long...until her young were old enough to survive without her. If she had to be trapped, she might as well be comfortable.
Approaching the pile of rocks that was the cave that the Swift River wolves called home, she narrowed her green eyes. Scrutinizing, evaluating, deciding. Striding forward, she got down on her elbows, rump in the air, tail raised like a mighty banner. Creme paws were soon stained with mud, as the ground was quite soft from the melting of snow. Grunting, Cori began clearing out the entrance of debris that had gathered there during the long winter.