Gilded Bay Waiting for the tune of some old dying man

Sorry about the horrendous wait.

She answered his question in bittersweet tones, obviously sincere in her yearning from her original home. He nodded knowingly in response, thinking for the first time in a long while of his childhood, of the place he had grown up alongside his Cairn siblings. He did not miss it as he had missed Blackrock depths, but there was nostlagia in the memories. There was a time when he and the others had never been divided, and while the family rival added flavor to his life, he often wondered how it would feel to live in union among ever Cairn brother and sister.

Her lovely voice came to him and his thoughts were brought back to the present. She had mentioned an intriguing tidbit of information. Not only were her pups not her own, they weren't of the same pack as she, either. Jagoda lifted a dark brow in surprise. Oh? he spoke, eyeing the silver woman curiously. So you are a wet nurse. That's noble. But why are you caring for the brood of another pack? The masked boy was utterly confused. He could see becoming a nursemaid for the usual reasons, the death or illness of the birthmother, or possibly the obligations being too great for a highly-ranked mother to care for pups. 

He eyed the glints of silver out of the corner of his eye. They remained on the opposite end of the pool, but even so, they could wait. This was too interesting.