Whitebark Stream slowing down

It did not sound promising before, but she spoke again and it sounded even worse. Suddenly, her previous comment about nurse maids and toddlers made more sense, and also confirmed for him that he wanted no part of whatever was going on up there. If he was ambitious, he may have locked on to the potential to overtake a young alpha (so was his assumption about their prince-king) but Rhett was not. Or at least, not at this time.

"Just let him go," he said as he grinned, for though he was no closer to deciding what to do with himself at least her ranting was entertaining. "That's what a lot of young wolves do. They leave home, and try to make something of themselves. Why chase him and drag him back? He'll learn to look after himself." Or not. That was life. But he was obviously missing something here. Of course, if they were calling him a prince perhaps he was intended to lead 'back home'. Still, it was peculiar that he should have a guard of sisters following him around.

Rhett took a seat, chartreuse eyes upon her. She had his unbroken attention if she was inclined to tell him more.