Melanthe was resting comfortably within the den, curled around her three growing pups as they nursed contentedly against her. Tinesi and Kailu had grown considerably since their birth, and even little Indra was no longer quite so tiny, though all three still seemed perfectly happy to return to their mother whenever they could. Melanthe knew she was weaning them later than many wolves might, but there was no reason to rush them. They had a safe den, plenty of room, and nowhere they needed to go just yet. If they still wanted the comfort of nursing, she was more than willing to give it to them.

Her eyes had just begun to grow heavy when a familiar chuff reached her ears from outside. Melanthe's ears immediately perked, and she lifted her head, recognizing the scent that followed it.

Saga.

A quiet warmth spread across her expression. She carefully shifted herself only enough to glance toward the den entrance without disturbing the pups, her tail giving a soft thump against the furs.

Come in, Saga.

There was no hesitation in the invitation, only gentle affection. Melanthe settled her head back down beside her nursing pups, leaving plenty of room for Saga to enter.

You are always welcome here.

Saga