Moonspear and the dogs again, again —

Vela flickered her ears back in displeasure when he snickered. Her dark blue eyes squinted a bit. She wasn't sure if she liked him behaving that way. Vela didn't care much for the ranks. She felt being Charon's daughter it gave her more privilege. It didn't help that her father seem to encourage it or like the way she was behaving. At least the girl hadn't heard from him she shouldn't behave like this. Otherwise, the girl would probably change it rather quickly.

Vela snorted. "Exactly," she pointed out. She didn't pick up on the sarcasm. She did wonder why he used such a tone, but since no one was ever sarcastic around her she didn't recognize it. Vela had a lot to learn. For example, the young girl didn't know about the war or the danger that could be lurking outside of the borders. She was rather clueless in that department while she could be rather smart. She tipped her head a bit at his suggestion. "Well, that could work," she spoke with the nod, appreciative of the suggestion.

"I wanted to surprise, daddy. For when he does his morning patrol. I couldn't sleep anyways," she shrugged. "Dangerous? Why? I don't think it is dangerous." She didn't see that there could be others with bad intentions. She didn't realize that she needed certain skills to fend off other wolves. She had so much status here, she assumed, that she figured that it would also work on wolves outside of the pack.