Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

He understood.

But asked another question.

Tonravik moved and in one large bound, stood protectively before her packs meal. They were a good enough distance where she need not chase him off from her lands, but she would attack him the moment he drew nearer to the Spines meal. Her tail waved over her back now, a low rumble sounding in her chest, threatening to spill forth if he did not go.

Her Beta answered in any case. Tonravik was less than eager about the idea of this, but would not refute it if her mate decided to know this other. So far as she could see, there was no vendetta here between them, but the possibility occurred to her that perhaps Impala wanted to ambush the wolf he thought was his father thinking himself abandoned. The woman was an obtuse one, but when it came to the wellbeing of the Spine, could be wary of others intentions. Still. Her mate was strong, and could handle himself.