Blackfeather Woods That's My Lullaby

When Damien realized his mistake and fell silent, Meldresi's anger was stemmed. She sighed, nosing Damien's face gently, looking at the scar that marred his handsome face. The price for his rashness. "You will not go to look for them." She said sternly, but softly. "They will not last the winter. Let them freeze and starve. But, if the Gods lead you to any of them in the Wilds, you have every right to slaughter them where they stand." She doubted anyone would oppose him either. Who would ally themselves with two fools and their spawn? 

She licked tentatively across his face, not wanting to irritate his scar, but wanting to impart every ounce of motherly affection she had for her son's devotion. She loved him, despite his flaws. He was the first child to slip from her womb, the first one she groomed, the first one to feed from her. There was a special bond between them that could never be broken. "You need to stay here and protect the pack. And train. Can you do that for me?"