Storm Alarm & Pups

Lying quietly in the den with her five new pups, Storm Alarm glances at the faint lights the play on the sides of the tunnel. She was worried about one of her pups, a small male. She knew something was wrong with him.

Glider

With his tail waving furiously, he pokes his head in the den entrance, listening to the sounds of the pups. He didn't dare go any further in than the entrance, or else he could upset his mate. He knew, though very rarely, that the male wolves killed the pups. He'd never do such a thing, but Storm Alarm must have the instinct of it, and would certainly drive him away if he came closer when they were so young.

Storm Alarm

She listens intently to who is at the den entrance. But a gust of air reassures her that it is her mate. And she did have the deep seeded instinct of male wolves killing young pups, though she had never witnessed any such event. She listens for a moment, then, satisfied he wasn't entering the den, she laid down her head and closed her eyes for a rest.

Glider

After a few moments, he gets up and trots many yards from the den before howling to the pack. It was a high-noted howl, as high as his voice would permit, and the notes swayed up and down and filled the land, echoed off hills, and permeated the lands even farther around. It was a song about pups, an obviously happy song. The song ended on a slightly different note, to indicate to the pack that he was hunting, and would very much appreciate any help. Finished with the howling, Glider sprints off to Galar's Marsh.