Summer's Bounty (meeting)

Twig was settling onto motherhood quite well, though she had to admit she had been quite absent from the rest of the pack white she focused on raising their wonderful children. She had heard once that puppies were a young wolf’s game and as she stretched and groaned with movement she had to agree. Though she wouldn’t have traded them for anything in the world.

At the alpha’s call Twig gathered any pups that were still hanging around, with Magpie and Rye already beating them there. She smiled as little Rye approached Corbie with a bundle of wildflowers. The old Memoire woman couldn’t believe how much pride she had in these little bundles.

She made herself comfortable around the fire, lowering herself to her striped white haunches and wrapping her tail around her hips. Eager to be at such a carefree and wonderful feast.

"Autumn Twig Memoire"