Davia stared wide-eyed as her hands steadily rise and cover her mouth, Alec looks to her with a small grin. Her gaze fixated on the base of a small hill, a cave extending far into the depths of darkness and at the mouth of the cave the pack is seen. A single elderly wolf sits at the mouth with a soft hazel fur and light grey patches decorate the wolfs body. The wolfs gaze slowly following the small litter of pups as they bounce around yapping and barking as they play. Nipping at each other, chasing, wrestling and jumping into piles of the autumn leaves.
"Hey Day, could you climb off for a bit?"
She stayed quiet with her eyes fixed on the pups trying not to squeal as Alec shakes his head, reaches back grabbing Davia's hood and slowly pulling her off. As her feet touch the ground he pokes
