Gray Mallow

The gray wolf wearily licks the fur on her side. She knew that it was not easy to lead a young pack, but sometimes new challenges exceeded all expectations. But is everything so bad? Absolutely not. Gray Mallow knew that the part of the journey already covered was worth all the effort spent.
While still caring and watching over the puppies, the she-wolf noticed out of the corner of her eye a black wolf entering her shelter.

- The hunt is over. - the wolf sighed heavily. - Stonetongue quarreled with the others again. I was sure that because of the spoiled mood we would not catch anything. Where did you find this stupid piece of jackal?
At which the leader of the pack frowned angrily:
- Noctla, I'm sorry to hear about your failures, but I want to remind you that this hunting unit is led by Amberwhite. You are a scout. What did you do hunting? - this confused the wolf and he looked away. She was not satisfied with such an answer. - Noctla, I understand that you want to help everyone, you have a lot of energy. But if you spend it unwisely - It will be difficult for you in research. Amberwhite is in charge of the hunt, I have yet to hear any complaints from her about her wards. So I am sure that this work schedule suits her. Calm down, dear.

Her puppies yawned sleepily. They were absolutely not bothered by the problems of the older wolves. Malow picked up on her children's yawns, then stood up and stretched. She's rested enough, it's time to get down to business. The black wolf waited for the she-wolf to approach him, waved his tail in a friendly manner and licked his beloved's face. In response, she also playfully bit his nose with her lips wagging her tail. And having finished with pleasantries, the she-wolf continued her thoughts, turning to the nest with puppies: