The old wolf sat in the shade and watched the pups play. This was the third litter since he found his new pack. Another generation of his brood, needing a watchful eye on them at all times, in case they made trouble. Karnwyr, who knew he had a name, very much liked when the pups were young and curious. It reminded him of the before pack. The Bigs who had led him up and down and all over the world with all its delightful smells. Though it pained him to remember his Big, who raised Karnwyr to be strong and smart and a very good boy, the wolf knew in his bones that his pack was strong because he was, and his Big had made it so. While the pups yipped and rolled and bounded in the sunlight, the old wolf sighed a deep sigh of relief and contentment, as all was right and well in the world.
Author's note: This project started with three chapters written in 2011 that a much younger version of me got bored of. I came back to it as a stepping stone to a longer work of original fiction which I didn't feel equipped to tackle until I had some practice writing a chapterised work. It still has flaws (sorry, I don't know how to write endings!) but I'm very proud of the story that my strange little headcanon became. I dearly hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.