Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

Aww poor Lyda! I want Thatch to be sassy and rude, but it's really hard to be mean to this poor baby xD

Lyda moved a bit closer, seeming to relax a little. That was good. Being relaxed around Thatch meant one of two things. Either he actually did like you enough to let you relax, or he was tricking you and was actually planning on slashing your throat out. Fortunately for Lyda, he liked her. Most wolves and other creatures he had met had good lives, with kind homes and loving families. Those were things Thatch didn't understand. The only loved he'd known had come from his murdered mother. But Lyda seemed to know pain too, so he felt comfortable. Plus if she turned out to be not who he thought she was, she was a wimpy coyote who he could easily take down.

That's an unfortunate name. Your parents must've sucked. He sneered, though it wasn't his usual cruel or bitchy sneer. It was more along the lines of  'I know how you feel'. My parents sucked too. Well my sisters and my dad. Classic story, evil dad killed good mom, son kills evil sister, son tries to kill evil dad and fails so he gets exiled for trying to avenge the one woman who cared. What about you? You got a story? His explanation was brief, but to the point. It was his life after all.