Blacktail Deer Plateau blue sky black death

Swiftcurrent Creek. He'd heard of the pack not long after it had been established. He was glad that she had a pack to support and look out for her, but he grimaced at how far off it was. Did she plan to stay with them? Since her purpose for being here was to find him, and she had now accomplished that, would she want to move here? As much as Atticus balked at the thought of being a parent, he couldn't escape the reality that was now sitting here looking at him with eyes hauntingly reminiscent of March Owl's. If this was his child, he wanted to get to know her.

"Yeah, I live here," he told her, following her eyes to where they lingered on the stately silhouette of the plateau behind them. "My sister and two of my brothers -- your uncles and aunt -- live here also. In fact, your uncle Peregrine's the Alpha male. They're expecting pups any day now, and then you'll have cousins." Privately, he wondered how Peregrine would react to the news that Atticus had a child. But it felt strange and yet somehow satisfying to share these relations with her, as if by doing so, it solidified the shared blood between them. He hoped that having so much family here might lure her to move to the Plateau. He almost asked, but then something more important came to mind: "Tell me about Kraken?"