Silver Creek Pencils and Pens

Her words rang true for him as well. He was worried about his friend, and about Laika. Heston shook his head at her comment, a small smile playing at the scoff. "Let's hope they're all raised better than he is. I'm sure Casmir and Laika will be fine. They're strong, and determined. I wouldn't want to be between those two and the children." He hoped his words would come to be true.

He listened to her speak, but realized he'd never truly cared to think about the reasoning behind the actions of those who had betrayed another. He grunted, shaking his head slightly. "I don't think they care if it's good or evil, I think they care about themselves and their own needs. That's why they do what they do, because they care to put another before themselves. Reek, so far, has only proven this point to me and she...there's no explanation that could make anyone believe that slaughter of innocents is the good answer." 

He understood that Spring was only trying to make sense of the things those wolves had done. "Wolves like you and I, it's hard for us to understand someone like that. Even if I had a mate, and we had split apart...especially if it was because of me...I wouldn't try to steal my children from the only place they'd known. I'd show up, sure, and sit outside the borders and be involved...but I wouldn't take them away. And I would starve before I killed my own pack." He didn't say it, but he knew Spring was much the same.