Kintla Flatlands forever in shadows

Atticus grinned at the old man's remarks, glad that Sun Spark at least thought enough of him to not immediately veto the thought of Blue Willow ending up with him. Some fathers were like that. Of course, Sun Spark didn't know Atticus, but he seemed wise enough to know a man when he looked him in the eye. The grizzly wolf's comment that his daughter would choose Atticus over his Alpha brother anytime heartened him and made him feel worthy, and his tailed wagged a bit behind him as he took in those words.

Sun Spark left the choice of whether to call Blue or not up to Atticus, and for a moment, the Beta considered talking with the old wolf for a bit longer by himself. But Sun Spark had important news to deliver -- sad news, indeed -- and Blue Willow deserved to know about it as soon as possible. "I'd love to sit here and talk with you, but Blue would thrash me from one end of our territory to the other if she found out I met with you and didn't tell her." He grinned as he spoke. There was fire in his Alpha female somewhere, despite her sweet, soft-spoken exterior. He sure didn't want to be the first to rile that fire up. "Plus, she needs to hear about her mom," he added in a more serious voice. Turning his face to the dusky sky, he sent up a long summoning howl for her, his deep, rich baritone carrying elegantly over the distance between them and the plateau and, hopefully, finding her listening.