Phoenix Maplewood I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too

Luke did not speak; he did not need to. He turned to touch his nose to Saena's cheek, to reassure her and to affirm that he was with her. He picked up the remaining pup, the one named Laurel, and let his silver eyes wander across the gathered wolves. Most are willing to follow, but one, the tree-climbing brat that had interfered with him on the borders, refuses. His muzzle crinkled as he snarled in her direction, but though a flare in his temper wanted his teeth in her hide, his paws did not move to chase her. Saena allowed everyone the choice, and the pack would be stronger in the absence of not one, but two traitors. So, he followed Saena, with everyone else that would.