Phoenix Maplewood the old wolf remembers

She respected a good sense of humour, believing it to add to good character, and her own sense of humour dipped into various pots. Her comment about willies had been nothing to do with a dirty mind, but rather an extreme level of honesty that she'd employed more and more the older she got. Now, at the ripe old age of eight, that honesty was at its apex, and didn't look like softening any time soon. It was the same with manners, really. She was only being polite to Reek because she was impressed by how far he'd come, and because she accepted some of the blame for his poor upbringing.

Shreya gave a nod when he confirmed his high rank — his highest rank, in fact. How admirable this was depended on a number of things, such as the quantity of rivals, and the size of the territory and pack. But those qualifications could come later. He had her nostrils hooked. They're heading back to Oak Streams, she replied as she gazed back over her shoulder at the pair (Boris nodded in relieved confirmation). On the condition that you accept me into your pack — what's it called? she returned her eyes to her grandson then proceeded to make a case beyond genetics. I can barely hunt or fight any more, but I won't do anything too ancient like accidentally pee on your food. And, most importantly, I have a wealth of knowledge and I intend to pass every scrap of it on.