Weeding the crops

Alpine groaned and stirred as the Alpha's howl echoed softly through the cave. He looked up bleary eyed as Twig nudged him, and smiled at his mate as he offered her a soft kiss. The pups where rising, they had for once been slumbering, instead of stalking their limited space with boredom and mischief, he for one would be glad when he could take them outdoors again and waster their energies playing in the lake Solstice boosted. They woke easily with Twig and his nuzzling. The mated pair would shepherd them towards the alphas that waited at the mouth of the cave and would stop there.



Solor had a bored look of mischief in his eyes and he decided to sit down next to his youngest boy as he gave a passing look to all the wolves about him. He hadn't done much socializing lately, something that probably should and hopefully would change after the storm. He shifted his attention to the Alphas, well keeping half an eye on their children.