Frost

Frost was always a gorgeous wolf, she knew that as a young pup. As an adolescent, she was constantly chased after by males. It was fun at first, but as she grew older, it was tiresome. She felt like she was only there for them, not her own wolf. She left when she became an adult and came here. When she met Chaperral, she all but ignored him. But, as he was chosen as her guide for the first few days, he grew on her. Soon, she couldn't hide her feelings and gladly pair bonded with him. They had their first litter, only 1 puppy, Heron. But she didn't make it. She's worried about her second litter, but Chaperral assures her everything will be fine.
The loss of Owl, one of her sons, is causing her extreme grief. First Heron, now Owl, she begins to wonder if she's cursed to lose her puppies.
Merlin is gone now too. Chaperral tells her that we need to focus on Lark now, but Frost finds it hard to get the strength. What if she passes away too? She can't bear another heartbreak.
Frost watches Lark come back from watching a hunt with a smile. Lark was her only surviving pup. Frost glanced at her belly, her new litter of pups wriggling inside her. She couldn't help but worry. Will all her pups die as well? Chaperral is optimistic, but Frost can't help but worry.
Her new litter of pups are almost adolescents and not one has passed away yet. Frost doesn't think she'll ever get over the loss of three pups, but her new litter has put her at ease.
Frost glared at Quinn. She and Chaperral were very close and Frost hated that fact. Even though both her and Quinn had their own pair bonds, Quinn seemed a lot more interested in Chaperral than Camo, her pair bond. Frost trusted Chaperral to not cheat, but she still felt unease around Quinn.
Tears fell down her face as she watched three of her pups leave to find a new pack. They left willingly, eager to find adventure and new experiences.
This will be her last litter. What will the future hold? Will this last pup be the next alpha?