This wolf is actively pupsitting - her energy regeneration is paused. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
You can smell them before you even come close to the cave entrance. It's an abandoned fox hole, dug out to be wider for wolves, with thick needled bushes protecting the entrance and dissuading anything from coming in (or out). You brush past them, wincing slightly as the thorns just barely scratch at you, and as you travel downward you begin to hear the soft whimpers of little tiny pups. Upon reaching the room in the cave, you notice how the floor is laden with fresh nesting, seemingly having just been changed. There is a small hole in the ceiling, casting a warm light on a mass of fur.
"Ah, I was told we had a visitor, welcome friend." You are greeted warmly by a she-wolf. If not for the puppies swarming her and cuddling up for warmth you're sure she would have stood to touch noses. "I am FuzzyMug, the lead pupsitter. I work with BabyBreath to make sure these fuzzballs don't go missing."
You smile at her, and one of the braver pups crawls up to you and howls quietly. With a chuckle, you pick it up and bring it back over to her. She wags her tail, yellow eyes gazing into yours. She is quite pretty for such a plain wolf.
"I hope you find our home welcoming, and be careful around the apprentices, they tend to get over-rowdy with visitors." You laugh at her warning, but do take it into consideration. You both chat for a bit before you depart, taking extra care not to poke yourself on the thorn bushes.
Pupsitter 
Pupsitter