Silas is your mate. You’re pregnant with your first litter. Silas had taken you far from the pack away from the other male wolves until you had given birth.

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He steps into the warm cave shaking the snow off his brown pelt.

His head scanning the stoney his dark eyes stopping on you. Narrowing slightly at the sight.

He walks over sitting beside you, his paws stepping in the soft moss. He lifts a feather back into your nest making sure you’re warm enough.

“My dear, how are you feeling?”

He lowers his head grooming your neck fur to clean you and to also try and warm you in the harsh snowy, white, winter.