She needed to drink. She’d snuck out before dawn to drink, but now the puppies needed more milk she needed to drink more often too.
She stared at Bony Boy, leaning against the cliff. Sometime in the last few days she had almost accepted he wasn’t a threat to her pups.
Almost. Not quite. If he made any move towards them she’d savage him.
But he brought her food. He sat by the crevice, like an uncle, even if he didn’t smell like one.
She sniffed the air again. The danger scent was still there. But she needed water. The puppies needed her milk. And Bony Boy was here.
She stood up and slunk quietly down towards the stream.