The tall one; Aslan. Easily the tallest wolf in Threar and possibly even the tallest wolf Novella had ever seen, there was no doubt in her mind that it was their son Frith now spoke of. He was certainly growing into a fine young man if she said so herself, certainly eager to help and despite whatever doubts he may have had coped rather well with his little brother and sister. There were no worries about the fact he was watching them.
Once again they fell into silence now, content with the rest of the world and happy within their own little moment to escape from it all. It was a comfortable quiet, one that didn't beg to be broken though if the sound of her mate's voice happened to pierce the air again, it wouldn't matter either. She was completely at ease and somewhere within her mind, thoughts stirred reminding her of how lucky she was right now. Life was once again good.
