Clint smiled. "I'm guessing these furballs lost their mama. Whether mama dog was helping to raise them before, who knows, but she definitely seems to think they're her pups now." He grabbed the steak and pulled out his knife, quickly slicing off a piece that he flicked her direction as he crouched down. "God knows how she managed to get them here through the snow."
Mama sniffed at the steak suspiciously before gulping it down, and he crooned his approval. "That's a good girl."
He glanced over his shoulder at Tasha, still smiling. "Can we keep them?"