see the new moon rising

He spoke. She heard him. The silence between them stretched as she contemplated them and forgave part of the incident, but not all. His ears fell. He was at fault here, he knew. His time for learning of her ways and expectations of the pack needed to come quickly and there was very little room for error on his part. He knew her rule. Death to anyone who tempted their privacy. No questions asked. Still... he could not help but to think letting this wolf go had been a better decision at the time.

"I would. Once," he admitted. "I do not know of her status within the plains pack, but she is young and seems entitled. I do not think her death would be without consequence for us." But wait. There was more. "Likewise, our brother engaged in full combat without howling for support. Without alerting those in which he'd found a home. If her fangs had ended him and she had not howled, she would have gotten further than she did.

"When we accepted him he said he would learn what it meant to work as a team and he immediately went rogue. His wounds are a fitting reminder of what it means to work alone." In his eyes, it was a justified punishment for his failure of not acting like a member of a pack. "Those same wounds were just as much his fault as they were hers."