Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm Hemingway with a shot of whiskey

He was thoughtful a moment as he considered the idea. Cas was near adulthood and had the size of it, though he was ashamed to think he hadn't spent a whole lot of time recently with their younger group. They grew so fast.

"I think, if he is careful." The lands he'd seen held little danger, but he wasn't sure of the far north. He did not feel, even with her anger, that Saena would pose a threat if met neutrally. The same of her pack. Lasher would know his son's abilities better, and he didn't think the father would have proposed it if he'd had heavy doubts.

Then he fell silent as he considered how to broach an idea that had been pressing him for a while now. He wasn't sure how it would be recieved. "If... When we go, I think you should lead us." Lasher had never shown preference for rank or leadership; but saying it felt right. He would not step down lest he knew he had put someone capable at their helm. He sensed in Lasher something he lacked, something he felt the pack needed but was unable to give.