Bramblepoint the winding road

Finley's brows lifted in surprise at the woman's unexpected words. Not only was she looking for her pack, but for her son as well. A smile slid across her muzzle to match the other female's. She had heard something of her son's love interest. It seemed that it had been a while since they'd seen each other last. Perhaps that was about to change. Timing could've been better, though.

"Ah, well, you're in luck," she replied with a smile, "That is my pack, and Lagan is my son." She felt a glimmer of pride at saying those words.