Jade Fern Grove home grown and a little hideous

Filler wolves. Pasha didn't know what to make of it but he would in time. They needed wolves to make a pack but as it were, he felt like they were just enough. The inclusion of others into the picture left him baffled, but then again maybe that was because they simply did not stick around to leave a lasting impression on him. He paced on with her, hearing every word.

"Another litter?" He knew what that meant, at least. "Why?" It was an innocent question, though he could not entirely fathom why his mother would want another litter. Right now, she had them. That seemed, again, enough to Pasha. But as for growing up he couldn't help but let that one slide because he was trying. He didn't like being small — though small would quickly be falling out of proper description — and he especially didn't like being thought of as some child.