Distant howls echoed through Hawk's Call's ears. The Lost Pack were rabid wolves, always trying to sneak into Nighttime Pack's territory and steal their food. Hawk's Call growled, silently warning for the other wolves to go away. His mate, Kestrel Howl, nuzzled him gently. The ginger-and-brown she-wolf whimpered. She didn't want a fight so near to the birth of her pups - and Derek would be angry to not take charge.

Hawk's Call huffed. He also didn't want trouble any where near his soon-to-be pups, but he would die fighting for them. He turned around, and along with Kestrel Howl, he started padding back to the den. Tiny squeals and yelps killed the Lost Pack's howls out of Hawk's Call's ears. Pups! Hawk's Call really had already known that Beau had given birth, but it was always a thrill to see new additions to the pack. More wolves to help defeat the Lost Pack. Hawk's Call bowed down when Derek bared his fangs, but drifted over to look at the beautiful pups. Beau, at first, growled a low warning, but seeing it was one of the omega's, she uncovered the pups below her tail. Pups! They were so sweet, so innocent! Hawk's Call softly whimpered in joy. He raised his head and padded out of the den.

Kestrel Howl followed him. Hawk's Call sniffed her, softly growling. Bush had been bothering her, even though she was pregnant with Hawk's Call's pups.

Bush always has an interest in the female omega, and refused to bow down to the reality of Hawk's Call being her mate instead. At first, Kestrel Howl just plainly ignored him. She turned her muzzle when he howled beside her. She moved near Flora when he snuggled close to her. She ate away from him. But Bush just got more interested. He started to whimper and bark love notes at her. He would stay by her side during supper, hunting, and sleeping. And then Kestrel Howl started to be expecting. Bush refused to stop believing the pups were his, and he was always giving her his share. Kestrel Howl always took it gratefully, even though she got one of the biggest parts of the meal.

But that was still no reason to keep pestering other wolves mate's.

Hawk's Call huffed, and laid down. Omega's were supposed to sleep outside of the den, but Kestrel Howl's case was different - she was eating and sleeping for more than one. Hawk's Call licked his mate's cheek and whimpered a 'goodnight'. She whimpered back, and Hawk's Call fell into darkness.


Morning

Amor opened her eyes. Small bundles wiggled underneath her paw. Amor lifted it, revealing Willow, Branch Fall, and Noche. Amor huffed as she remembered why she had named her son Noche.

Amor had just been padding next to the border, sniffing around for signs of her sister, Sunflower. One of the members of Nighttime Pack jumped out, snarling. It was Bush, one of the omegas. Amor growled, telling him to back off because she was pregnant. Bush looked at her, then sneaked away. Because of his mercy, she named her littlest son 'Noche', meaning 'night'. Amor wasn't going to name any of these or her future pups after the aggressive pack. Amor huffed and got up. After her pups stopped squealing, she shook her pelt and towards the back of the cave. Stored in the end was pounds of food. As Amor struggled to drag out a elk leg, she heard a soft howl. She looked up, finally pulling the leg to her pups, and saw Luna. The omega was calling out in a lonely note. Amor barked for silence, and started eating.


Hey guys! I know, this part of the story is short, but there will be more to learn tomorrow. Now, go get some prey from the fresh-kill pile and sleep. You must've had a long journey to get here...