What Family Is All About

Kione had grown used to the fact his new family was wolves.  Sure, they had more fur than his own kind, oddly short ears and their dialect was certainly different than his own but they were a good lot and now they were family.  It was a wonderful sensation that gave him peace of mind and heart.  There were a lot he still didn’t know well but that could happen with time.

Kione had been all too happy to work, walking along the outside of the dam, searching for signs of weakness.  Clay was used for a few holes between branches, the sun sure to bake it into solid clay.  Once the clay was dry he could come back and put more sticks or rocks or something else to protect the clay from rain or other elements as a bit of extra security.  

Eventually, he took a break for himself, finding a spot in the grass to lay down, stretching out, running his head across the grass to scratch an itch under his neck.  His two mastiff companions had come with him and were milling about on their own.  Kione’s eyes flicked from them to the other wolves about and finding a small grin as he focused on all the young pups.  Future of the pack and sure to be full of curiosity about the world around them.


"Kione"