Emberwood where did the good people go

He nodded as she explained further, but it was the kind of "smile and agree" expression that often got him through lessons with their father. Sure, yeah, whatever, that still didn't make sense to him but he wasn't going to press the issue. Mom and dad had never pressed them to join any packs, and Sweet was quite content with his life at the moment. Joining another family felt like a betrayal, sort of. Or maybe he was just telling himself these things to justify the lifestyle perpetuated by their parents.

Well, if it makes you happy, go for it. But he made no indication that he'd follow her. Sweet would love to be with his sister one day, but he had become fixated on doing things his own way; it was nice to live alone, where nobody could question you or fight you, or make you do things you didn't want to. The boy was thinking of their father now, and fell back in to his usual silence, filled with fleeting memories of arguments and struggles he'd had growing up. No, living under the rule of some power-hungry asshole didn't sound like fun to Sweet.