Caleb and Nathan were nipping at my paws as we moved in the den, so I growled a warning at them so they'd stop. When we reached the soft pelts of the inner den, I lied down for a short nap as the three of the played around me. I felt a soft small hand touch my snout and opened my eyes to see that Angela had changed into her skin. She has beautiful dark blue eyes that I am sure would change to a darker color later and a beautiful head of dark brown hair that curled.
She smiled at me as I changed to my skin and picked her up. The boys had settled down on a soft rabbit pelt, and I leaned Angela down in my arms and let her drink as I examined her leg. It seemed to have healed alright, because while she is in her skin her leg looked just fine. A small scar seemed to have formed on her hip where the bone had fractured, but other than that she looked fine.
When she starts to learn to walk, it will probably be painful. I gave my baby a sad look as she fell asleep in my arms, so I put her with her brothers, who also changed to their skins before they fell asleep. I kissed each one on their foreheads and changed into my fur as I heard Danny come back. I got out of the den and greeted him, then ran off to the stream for a bath.
Now that my pups were almost a year old, I would be getting in heat soon, and I am not looking forward to that. Usually, a she-wolf would start her heat a day to a week after her twentieth birthday, so that the mating process between mates is certain to be completed. The heat is really just a way to give the mated pair more chances of having pups, and increasing the bond between the two. It is supposed to be a painful process that, without a mate there to sooth the heat, would last for longer than two weeks. Luckily it only happens twice a year, so getting through a week or more of heat should be a piece of cake, right?
I sighed as I entered the water, happy that the cold stream is able to cool me down after my run. I look around me before I shift into my skin, the water much colder now, but still bearable for a bit. I duck my head under the water, loving how the stream tugs gently at my body, and slowly release the air from my lungs as I resurface. I float on my back, closing my eyes and letting myself be lost in the current, watching the white clouds go by in the blue sky.
When start to feel my body slowly getting cold, my mind wanders back to my body and I change into my fur again. Feeling refreshed and cleansed, I trod my way out of the water and shake my fur to get dry faster. As soon as I do so though, I hear a low growl behind me. Turning around quickly, I see another Wolf standing on the other side of the stream.
He has dark grey fur like me, but with fur black socks and muzzle. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled back, unsure if he was a normal Wolf or a Werewolf. He took a bold step towards me, growling possessively, making my Wolf bristle in dislike. This Wolf was not acknowledging that we were stronger than him, nor that we are of higher rank. To make him this bold, he must be sensing that we are going to be on our heat soon.
When the wolf stepped into the stream, I growled louder at him, commanding him to stand down. If he were a Werewolf, then he would shift into his skin to show submission, and if he is a normal wolf he should stop where he stood. He did stop and he did not shift, but he did watch me carefully with his eyes as I went over to him. Every time that he tried to move, I made sure that he kept still instead.
What should we do with this little Wolf? I asked my Wolf. We can't have him near our pups, nor can we have him be with us during our heat. We could kill him, but that would be a waist of a good strong Wolf...
I felt my Wolf nodding her head in agreement with me. So we did the only kind thing that we could.
Growling, we put much power in our voice and forced this Wolf to submit to us, showing him who was in charge. He whimpered, going down on all fours, then turned his belly up to us in submission. He had just, literally, put his life in my hands. Happy with the outcome, I let the Wolf go. He got up quickly and left with many backwards glances on the way, like he expected me to stop him or attack.
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