Lost Creek Hollow time to sink way into the blue, dear

Treason didn't really concern herself with the pups at all.  Why would she?  It wasn't like she had been in any place to just outright steal them -- to force them to stay while their mothers wandered elsewhere.  They weren't worth it -- one set with an unknown father and the other with a mother that she was thoroughly unimpressed with even before having a litter of questionable legality.  They Their fates were up to their mothers, and if they had died, such was the way of the world.  But what would the next spring bring?

If you'd like, if you did find a good herd and a preferred target, we could always set up a larger hunting party.  Give the pups a taste of a proper hunt and all that...  Maybe more out in the fields though, not here.  It'd probably be easier for them to learn without worrying about running into trees.  It was said with a bit of wry humor -- hunts could be chaotic enough without someone more inexperienced doing something silly.  The denser parts of the forest would be the harder course, once they'd had some successes under their belts.  Just let us know what seems like a good plan.  At least Indra seemed agreeable.  Treason had yet to really talk to Laurel, but her words at the border had definitely seemed to paint her as the edgier sister.  Time would tell if that was true.