Runt was the smallest of her mothers litter, but she was perhaps the fiercest of the pups in her generation of the pack. Oldest was the grandfather of the whole pack, his mate had died last winter, and with how slow he moved these days he would die soon.
Runt moved as her siblings pups nursed on her breasts, in a strange, perhaps beneficial side effect of het being the runt, her breasts were the largest, and were almost always dripping milk. Of course, she needed food to help produce enough for everyone.
That was where Green Eyes came in. He was her older brother, not the first born in the litter, and the fastest hunter, if a little lean and skinny. She looked over at him mounting a pack mate, a brother it looked like, she snorted, guess that brother thought he could've challenged Green Eyes' position as top hunter.
Returning her focus to the pups at her breasts, she licked their heads lovingly, they were all big and strong, soon they would be helping on their first hunts in a few moons. But for now, they nursed and never left the den for their own safety.
A howl sounded, and she got up slowly, trying not to knock over any of the sleeping pups, and headed out to the front of the den, Yellow Hair, her aunt, had come back with her hunters with a good find! Several fruits and vegetables, and two chickens! The pack ate their full, letting Runt eat first before returning to care for the pups, Green Eyes went out to mark the boundaries of the pack territory, peeing on the trees as he went.