Her eyes opened wide open, the monocromatic moonlight not really needed to see the wolf inside her den. Instantly, the fur along her neck and shoulders rose up, her upeer lips came up, showing her white teeth, her head slowly going up, her piercing eyes staring at the stranger.
Though, she reconized the fairly yellow stripes, the gray and light green eyes. Claire. Her face smoothed up, only the tips of the fangs showing through a tender smile. It's been some time since she had last seen the white female.
She sighed in relieve, glad it was someone she knew. But, still, something in the deeps of her mind, told her to not let all her guard down. Inconsciently, her grasp around the sleeping newborns got tighter, her eyes not leaving the shape of the incoming friend. Claire... She said, noticing her voice was rough and low, dragging with the sleepiness and fatigue. Clearing her throath, she tried again. Dear Claire, it's you... God, don't scare me like that again! She said, not stopping herself of scowlding the younger shewolf. Step closer, darling... The grayish woman invited, patting the floor next her with the fluffy tail. The fire was only embers now, and the cool night was rather comforting, after so much pain. It helped to forget the sore muscles.
So, how have you been doing? She asked casually, the eyelids heavier now. She was not whispering, for she knew pups were born blind and deaf, and would mind their little chat.