Phoenix Maplewood What a beautiful world

Her list of destinations soon doubled from one to two. Reek fell silent, gaze downcast in pensive contemplation.  Part of him wanted to clip the child's wings say no, depriving her of her chance for happieness and closure in the sake of safety. The world was a terrible, terrible place— far too dangerous for a child to travel alone. He still had a pack to lead and a mate to take care of... Whatever venture she took, she took it alone.

He didn't know the wolves of Silvertip, nor had he ever heard reference to the pack's existance, but after hearing the excited quailty to Desna's voice as she spoke, Reek couldn't help but relent. She had been through enough. She needed this. His expression was conflicted as he fought an internal battle, but his final answer came in the form of a silent nod of the head, wordlessly giving the the child his blessing.