Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

The pale child still did not understand what a 'brother' was. She had heard the word 'family', though to her it meant as much as pack. It was not her caretaker that had used this word, after all, for her caretaker could not speak. It was pack that had denoted her and the dark one as well as the caretaker as family; that had denoted all of them as such. The difference between these two words were lost on the ghost.

She allowed the kiss to be placed on her head, though she did not fully understand it. Such affections were usually given only by the caretaker and sometimes the dark one. A few others would but maybe it was a pack thing -- a family thing.

As the larger dark wolf suggested they should find 'mother', which to the pale child's knowledge was a name for the caretaker, she got to her feet. The ghost head-bumped the dark one and chuffed to get her into motion, ready for a race-to-the-caretaker.