Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

So true was his pity that Day hardly questioned the pale wolf's story. His garbled words kept any hint of his omissions well hidden, and the story was as plausible as any. So Day took the wolf at his word, trusting his own judgement perhaps a little too much, and perhaps lacking a certain degree of shrewdness that was necessary for detecting lies.

"I hope you find them, then," he offered, standing and stretching his legs. "Take what you will - but a portion to bring back to my pack would be nice."

Not necessary, but very nice. The fatter they got this summer, the better off they'd be in the winter.