He was on his way back from another successful hunt. He was bringing back a small boar this time, something a little different for Jewell and the kids to gnaw on. It was a rather fat boar and somewhat awkward to drag, but the tall male was managing as best as he could. The pups were getting older now and soon maybe Jewell would be taking them out of the den to explore their home and to meet others in the pack. It would be fun to have to new blood keeping everyone on their toes and hopefully there would be plenty of mentors in the pack willing to help the young ones learn and grow. He could hear feint voices ahead and he paused to see if he could hear who it was, but he was to far yet to make out who it was. It was slightly off the path to Jewell's den, but he could at least stop and greet the fellow pack members.
He drug his quarry along with him, not wanting to leave it out of his sight until he could get it to the family so they could eat. He knew Jewell had traps, but this was the only way Frost knew how to help her out right now. His eyes caught the sight of the large pup on top of the stump ahead and Frost knew who they belonged to, it was easy to know. He also saw the smallest of the group to. The older male's tail wagged as he drug his quarry a little closer before laying it on the ground.
"And what do you two think your doing?" he questioned wondering why in fact they were away from the den without their mother.
