Moonspear Rush in, we have to rally and win boys

Was chipping away enough for him? He didn't know. She was here; Whip was here. Eventually, the pups would grow, and maybe then.... but even then. Would their parents and siblings turn them against him? And would Whip stay, when he found out how low outsiders were here?

If he left, they wouldn't be friends anymore. He figured he knew that one hundred percent to be true, because he knew Hydra. So for him, here, there wasn't really a choice to be happy. He could stay, continuing to live in a pack that saw him as a thrall, and try to at least get to know Whip again, and remain friends with Hydra. Or he could find a new home, one that would likely be friendlier... or would it?

When had he ever really been treated more like family since his parents died? Maybe with Liffey. But she and Rannoch had left, and he hadn't been invited to join them. Likely there he would be less wanted.

"I don't want to leave," he said, quietly, the summation of the storm that had just rolled through his thoughts. "I don't... know what I want." He sat down, his ears falling flat. "Sorry." There was a level of defeat to his tone, but it was an honest apology. He felt badly now, bothering her with his problems when he didn't even know clearly what they were. Or how to fix them. She couldn't force her family to accept him any more than he could; he was just tired of waiting.