Broken Antler Fen A cup of tea, please

Of course he remembered - it were probably the darkest times for a lot of wolves. Malice had not witnessed others starving but knew that at least some had perished due to the lack of food. She hoped that never again would such a thing happen - she'd personally eat every disgusting locust that dared to come here again. An impossible task, for sure, but she barely believed in something impossible.

I am their mother not their guard. She chuckled. They are old enough to take care of themselves now... Vassago has never been a fan of sticking to one place and Pyro - well, I believe he likes to wander. Her smile wavered as she thought of losing her baby boys that she had fed and raised together with Burke but knew that letting go was the best decision. Nothing good came from keeping them here against their will - and if they were to return she would love them just as much as before. Your father is not the man you remember anymore - well, I guess he still has that "Rochester seriousness" going on...