The big leagues

The morning after a fight was always a little rough. Aches and pains made themselves known that would have gone unnoticed the day before. That was the blast that Asla was in now. Naiche had risen before her and had pulled her from sleep in a very Naiche way. He had bapped her in the face with his tail before heading off to meet with her father. How sweet of him...

After Naiche left the den, Asla lounged on the furs in her chamber for a while before getting up and starting her day. She ate a bit of dried meat even though chewing pulled at the wounds in her muzzle. She was going to have some scars, but at least Naiche would have some too. It was only fair.

A voice from the doorway of the spacious den called to her and Asla's expression brightened even if she didn't grin. Grinning hurt. "Just us sisters in here. No Reapers to be found, " she joked back, inviting Mort into her den. Their father had built it so it was tall enough for big wolves as well as small.