Mazelina woke to sunshine and the smell of fresh kill. She opened her eyes to see her meal right beside her and ready for the taking. Wary, she looked around, saw the pups, now clean and asleep, and saw two males. Recognizing them, she wasted no more time and grabbed the food greedily. Her stomach growled as she began to chew, and she swallowed, grabbing more.
By the time she finished, the two males were smiling at her with relief and joy. She was still too weak to get up, so she laid her head down and gave them a wolfish smile, tongue lolling out in gratitude. Turk grabbed a bowl made from wood and pushed it over. It had water in it and she drank, wetting her mouth and halting the ever present thirst.
Afterwards, she curled up around the pups and fell asleep, listening to the sounds of male voices whispering to each other.
