Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

"Lasher then," he said with a grin. Of the two, Lasher sounded less Tartok and since the first rule about Tartok was not to talk about Tartok, Lasher seemed like the safer option of the two. It was for that same reason Iqniq offered up the name Kero as opposed to the one he wore within the confines of his home. The less a wolf knew about another, the more secrets they could hide.

Within him, Kerosene harbored a few questions he did not think he could truly find by going straight to the source. Tonravik spoke infrequently. Echelon was too flippant to pin down long enough for details. Nanuk was involved, but not in quite the same way as the males to exist within the shadow of these Tartok women. For a shadow it was. This much, was becoming more and more clear to him. As Lasher recanted, Kero found himself in something of a similar situation. It seemed history was destined to repeat itself.

A soft laugh escaped him, though there was little merriment in it. "So fiercely independent they are." And perhaps instinctive. All cleverly disguised excuses for them to submit to their own selfishness at the expense of those who worked so hard to help secure their place in their world. How disposable they all were. Replaceable.

"Was it worth it in the end? Loving Siku?" This question was all the more personal, but he was curious as to its answer. It seemed the mother had very heavily influenced the daughter whether the wolves realized it or not.