Swiftcurrent Creek The world's such a crazy place

Chusi's own doubt was clear to her, as she gave the russet Alphess an insight to her childhood. She admitted that she'd been adopted into a family that was not hers by blood, but that she'd made her own. The fact that she wished to be better for her own children spoke volumes, leading Durnehviir to believe that her young pack-mate had thought long and hard about her situation.

She wondered if the young Fearghal would've departed Swiftcurrent if her leaders did decide to destroy this unplanned leader, or if she would've submitted to their decision. It was difficult for Durnehviir to think herself capable of killing innocent whelps, though she knew she would if it meant that her own would have a stronger chance of survival. In this instance, their comfortable lifestyle and thriving pack did not force her to make such a harsh choice - much to Chusi's luck. She mustered the hint of a smile to acknowledge the girl's timid appreciation.

"We'll introduce you to our litter when the time is right," she offered, still unprepared to allow others into her hollow to view her precious babes within, "and I can answer any questions you may have."