Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

The swarthy wolf hummed low in his throat, not sure what else to say about that. He could see how it would be disquieting, although youngsters were nothing if not curious, sometimes morbidly so. It was probably just another stage of her grief, like Lasher said, something she would eventually outgrow.

"And what about your other little girl?" Peregrine queried, forgetting her name. He had heard quite a lot about Deirdre because of the special circumstances, yet he felt like he knew nothing of her sister. And though the Alpha typically didn't care about those from outside the pack, he admittedly cared for Lasher (and a few others), and that extended naturally to his offspring.