Blackfoot Forest I knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach

The wolf in the woods had a name. Aaron. The very wolf they were discussing a moment before. Pallas would remember him; what he looked like, the way he cowered. Perhaps he had gotten what he deserved.

When Minna spoke again, her breath and words hushed, Pallas' ears flew forward. She did not know Minna well enough to be able to detect if it was a lie or not; she narrowed her gaze and frowned. Pallas would remain a skeptic. "Survival of the fittest." The she-wolf growled, no scant amount of pity for the dethroned male in her voice.