Kestrel Howl licked her newborn pups. Her tail wagged at the thought of hunting and running with them.

Outside of the den, Hawk's Call howled a loving note. Pups! Flora and Canine jumped around each other in a dance of happiness. Pups! Derek howled along. Pups! Beau looked at her own, who were scampering around a tree; unknowing to what the howls and dances meant.

Bush snapped at Hawk's Call. Mine, his body language said. Hawk's Call finally had enough of this. He snapped back, and stood with his tail and head higher than Bush's. In reality, Hawk's Call was Derek's brother, and even though Derek was Alpha and Hawk's Call was not, Hawk's Call was just fine with that. He liked being an omega, being able to not worry about a pack. Bush lowered his tail in submission to the stronger male. He growled in annoyance, but stumped off to join along with the rest of the hunters. Hawk's Call decided, with Flora there to help protect the pups, to go mark the boundary of the Lost Pack. He sniffed the ground once, and padded to the nearest tree.

Kestrel Howl knew the Wolf tradition, and named one of her quiet puppies Small Howl. She then did not name the rest, as they were normal pups, and first they needed to show off their strong or weak personalities. Kestrel Howl then got up, knowing the pups were asleep and had bulging bellies. She sneaked around them and pushed her head out of the den entrance. She was met with a friendly lick and Flora's dancing eyes. Kestrel whimpered a greeting, and wagged her tail, acknowledging Flora's higher rank. Flora took modesty to respond with this, and turned to point where Hawk's Call went. Kestrel Howl licked Flora's cheek in thankfulness and, with her eyes, asked for food.

Flora had a friendly personality, so she padded off. Kestrel Howl wagged her tail and shook herself into the den. What she saw next would let her name another one of the puppies. A sandy-brown female pup had her paw over another one of her siblings. The sibling was Small Howl, and her paw seemed to be hurt. Kestrel Howl sniffed it, and saw the sandy-brown female open her eyes and bark. Kestrel Howl knew that the sandy-brown pup would be Alpha one day. Kestrel Howl also knew she would be a caring one, seeing as she was protective over her omega littermate. Kestrel puffed her chest out proudly. The strong little female would be named Mache, or Mother, because Kestrel Howl sensed she would be a very big mother one day.

Kestrel Howl's nose filled with the scent of Hawk's Call, and she looked at him. His eyes were full of understanding. Mache would be called Mache from that day on.

After fall's leaves came crashing down like rain, the pups came out. Beau and her now juvenile pups howled a happy wolf song. Pups! Four had come out of the den. Small Howl, Mache, Grass Muzzle, and Milk Belly. Grass Muzzle, out of how much grass the male had wanted to eat from the nest he was born in. Milk Belly, after all the milk the little black female had begged to drink. Milk Belly looked dazed, as if the sun was going to stun her at that very second. Grass Muzzle growled a high tone – Squeak would now be his name, Beau decided. Mache walked right up to Derek and poked the corner of his lip – hard. Up came food. She barked, feeling proud of herself. Ha! Bush barked. What an arrogant pup! Hawk's Call shone his fangs, and Bush scuffled closer to Kestrel Howl. Kestrel Howl put an annoyed growl out. Spring was over, and so was having pups. Bush whimpered love notes.

Kestrel bit him, and he left her alone.