" Sir," one of the wolves of Silvertip said as soon as he entered the den of Luetsun. " What is it," Luetsun asked he lifted his head from his nap with his mate. " Oh, sorry. Were you asleep?"
He stod up and replied, " Never mind that, what's the deal?"
" Well, black shucks've been sighted up north."
" Where exactly?"
" Around Jasper park."
" Alright, I'll be over there."
As the wolf left, Luetsun nudged his mate, Antana and said, " Wake up."
When she opened her eyes, he softly said, " I'm sorry, but I have to go. There are black shucks up north and they want me to deal with them."
Antana stood up and said, " I could go with you."
" Why? I don't think five weeks into pregnancy's good shape for hiking."
" I'll be fine. They'll be fine."
" Alright, but any sign that either you or them aren't fine and we're turning around."
Antana nodded in agreement prompting Luetsun to lead her outside the den. He took a deep breath and ventured down the peak toward the north with her hobbling close behind. He couldn’t shake off a feeling of concern for her and their pups; her gait looked like she was in immense pain, and she looked rather green. He was tempted to abort the mission altogether.