To mama wolf....

*Sewer Pipe, with what looks like a quarter side of beef in his jaws, lopes over to the female wolf and her cubs he has been feeding. It looks like he has it in his mind to talk*

The cubs are barely cubs anymore, and the young wolves run out to greet you as you arrive.

*drops the beef leg and gently stepping around the cubs, promising to play later, he walks to the mother...*

The mother is drinking water from a stream. She's looking healthy.

" Arf. " she says helpfully.

Hunt time. You, me, deer hunt.

She bares her teeth, "Good."

Billy approaches, in lupus, from upwind. "Hello. I watch cubs, you hunt."

Mama wolf is alarmed by the newcomer.

*in a conciliratory tone..*

Is packmate, very trustworthy.

[As well she should be, as I have Flaws: Animal Musk and Mark of the Predator].

"Relax. Smell that I am pack with the large one here." Billy's tries to maintain a body posture that is not threatening, but also not submissive. (He will prefer to err on the side of not submissive.)

<<Not leaving kids with him. But we can go hunt something.>>

She gives a quick yip, telling her pups to cheese it for a bit.

*seems frustrated*

Billy, find den mother, have her find cubs?

*to the mother*

Come. Sooner started, sooner done.

Stay close.

<<They are twelve moons old. You are being overprotective.>>

*frumps...* then bring them. Either they are too small or they should work.

<<I assumed you wanted to run with me.>>

By now Billy is laughing as canines do.

*shakes head*

No, today we hunt, for food and spirits.

<<Very well. Let us see how well you hunt,>> she yips twice, and two of her pups come running.

<<These two are learning well. They will hunt with us.>>

*laughs and walks out, picking up the two pups*