Nova Peak Strange thing this love

There were many things he did not understand when Kieran spoke, even to this day after having been comrades for so long. The man determined that not many could love his ugly mug, and the dark agouti man refrained from pointing out that his sister clearly did – and his sister’s affections were nothing to be shirked. Instead, he found himself more amused by what he referred Kaskara to. “You do realize, you keep calling my sister a blister – a pocket of fluid upon one’s skin?” He studied the brown wolf’s reaction to this – he held no doubt that if he referred to Bazi as a blister, she would scruff him right then and there.
 
He did faintly understand the question of his well-being – a check in, of sorts. It was a shame he had become so distant from his pack mates, so wrapped up in trying to recruit and raise the pups that he could not even recall the last conversation he had truly had with Kieran. “I worry that our numbers are so low. The pups are growing like weeds, and yet our numbers are dwindling. But how are you settling in here?”
 
Perhaps.. they never should have left the Creek at all.