Swiftcurrent Creek local natives

Although she didn't know it, Bones was seeking simple reassurance. At first, she thought that was what Fox was about to provide and she leaned forward, thirsty for it. However, the Alpha went in an unexpected direction and, by the time Fox finished, Bones felt strangely gutted and like she might cry, which rarely happened to the youngster. Hell, she couldn't remember the last time she'd wept. Something about the words Fox said read as accusatory to Bones, both regarding herself and her newly-found sire.

"I know he's a good man!" the child replied, feeling an incredible sense of defensive loyalty when it came to Atticus... even though she knew, deep down, that Fox was right and that her stance was just practical. "He's going to be a good father! He just hasn't had the chance yet!" she insisted, swallowing the knot in her throat.

Composing herself, Bones murmured, "I want to stay in the creek..." It was the truth, even though she felt guilty about it. Her eyelids fluttered, batting at tears that threatened as she added softly, "But please don't judge me father or me. I don't know him well yet... but he's me dad and... I love him."