Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

Well, at least he seemed to agree with her idea. From where she was sitting, it seemed like the simplest of solutions except she could tell there was a — Oh. Yes. There it was. The "but" dropped from him as he began to explain again. He pointed to her. Citali didn't understand how she was a part of this. So herself and... the one, two, three... Yes, she was quite capable of counting. So then. Herself and four small wolves. Um no. She was not having a litter with him.

She frowned until he added more words. Ahh. Not her. Some other female and her four little ones were alone in that pack. Good heavens. No wonder he felt so bound. No doubt the female and her brood were in quite a bind. And with winter around the corner? How terrifying. "Find new pack for everyone?" she suggested, though that was quite a few mouths to feed and enough wolves to start a pack of their own. Benevolence for such situations was difficult to find.