Blacktail Deer Plateau soft words don't

aditya opened his mouth to ask why grayday's son was in a different pack, but shut it before sound emerged. he might have grown up alone, but he knew well the difficult nuances of a family, and thought perhaps there had been some past trouble that separated the father and his boy.

"i do want all this in time," he said instead, voice amiable. "well, the kids, anyway. on the fence about being a leader." it seemed an awful lot of responsibility, leadership. but perhaps it might be worth it, one day.

he took another look around their surroundings, admiring the plateau and the way the mountains to the north rose like tall, blue-gray shadows. "this is a beautiful place," he told grayday. "has your pack lived here long?"