Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

She didn't want to come with him. Pursing his lips, the boy swung back around to fix her in his sights, wondering what she meant by getting him in trouble. The other wolf who had come to their borders had no qualms about passing over their borders and stealing Euron's plaything, and he hadn't seen the outcome of that encounter to know that was actually a dangerous thing for a lone wolf to do. Indra had more sense in her head than Beruthiel had, and more experience with how things worked than Ramsay.

Her decision was the right one, although Ramsay's ears and expression both wilted when she refused to come. There was plenty of food in the woods, and because he wasn't yet drained of all his youthful compassion, he felt a desire to share it with a wolf in need. Indra also stuck out to him, only because of her fur colour, but it was enough to drive a young pack pup to want to help her. Someday that would all change, but not today.

"Won't get in trouble," he insisted as he shifted from forepaw to forepaw, though he didn't quite understand that yes he very much would if he brought a stranger past the pack borders.