A rose by any other name

The pack was almost ready to go. The loads were secure in the wagons, and the larger of the two had a set up for any wolves that needed a break. Likely Io and Zee would spend at least some time there, and he also planned to invite Deathbelle into the comfort. They had rigged up shade that could be pulled up or down at will, and didn’t block their view of the road. The rest of their belongings were stored at the back of the wagon, with plenty of room for Deathbelles pack.

He had made a quick trip back to his shared den with Zee, and ensured nothing was left behind. Once he was satisfied, he picked up the flowers he had gently left on the floor, and holding them proudly between fangs, the large, intimidating Direwolf would turn back towards the wagons, only to find Zee had already found him. He grinned at his wife, flowers sticking from his lips.