Lake Rodney your fathers been calling

Raven wasn't much of a grudge-holder, and anger, resentment, and aggravation were like sand in her emotional fingers: they slipped away nearly as quickly as they came. Her tense feelings of a moment earlier drifted away as he answered her question, following a surprisingly lengthy moment of thought. The poor boy was lost and confused, and it was clear he was in need of some guidance. She just wasn't sure how to go about it. Titmouse was a fickle and unpredictable wolf, and when given advice, was just as likely to follow it as he was to do exactly the opposite.

His comment that he didn't think anyone wanted him here pained her, and with a quiet sigh she gently touched the top of his head with her muzzle. "I do," she commented softly. "I would love it if you would stay."