Creamsicle

You approach a denning site in the Snow Vole's presently settled territory, the yips and yowls of pups playing is muffled yet intensified into a cone by the dirt and stone creating the smaller sized cave. You spy a cluster of puppies playing just inside, toying with the carcass of a muskrat. The wind decides to make itself your friend, lending you the knowledge that the mother of the pups is somewhere nearby but not quite at the den. The whistling, though, of said wind between the leaves and branches of this spot make it impossible to hear the world outside this little pocket of puppy giggles. "Explain your purpose before my maternal rage kicks in." Comes a quiet growl, from behind you, of course you were scented first the wind shifted when you got here. Heck. "Understandable, just a visit to your pack no harm intended." You smile out your explanation easily, turning around and tucking your tail to display respect for a fellow leader. This seams to relax the girl, just enough, and she carefully licks at your face before moving on to go check on her pups. "Fine, be careful though plenty of bears in the area." Her voice had none of the anger in her greeting, so you follow her. Relaxing your tail and posture in the small open area before the den is a bit harder than anticipated, the rustling of everything around you it seems is just too unnerving to relax entirely. "Smelled a few on the journey here, they give much trouble with the pups in this spot?" You make conversation, she gives you a slightly weirded out glance. "Hence the sneaking up on you." She's annoyed, oh AND an eyeroll! Excellently stupid question, but its all good. "Ah. Yeah, makes sense. You ask the bears if they're going to kill your kids first?" You question, half joking but also more than partly genuinely curious as to what this wolf would do in that situation. She gives a worried laugh before her current litter filter out of the den to keen with happiness at the return of their mother their joy of your arrival being one presented of little yowels of due wariness.