Silverlight Terrace What Big Teeth You Have

The kid had sure grown. Perhaps own experience was the best way to learn such things. That was one of the things Charon'd learned from having children of his own; you could tell them not to stub their toe on the rock, but they would never learn better than if they felt the pain to remind them not to do it again.

"New pups were born," said Charon. He hesitated a moment before adding: "Some of our wolves have left because they preferred to defend someone who murdered one of last year's." He didn't want to say her name or call her his daughter -- it was too painful -- but it should say enough why they were no longer welcome here. "It was recent. We came through winter well enough and are doing good, but some space was cleared up in the ranks." He was in no hurry to get new members as their pack fended for themselves well enough and he was hesitant to let new wolves he did not know well near his newborns. They would come, and since his litter was to be the only one this year they would fend well enough for themselves as a pack with what they had.

It was not an offer, for he guessed the kid had a pack by now anyway and he was in no rush for new members. But if the kid didn't have a home yet (or anymore), and would prove himself, then maybe there was space for him at Moonspear.