Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

the question that arrived was a difficult one for the young man to answer. he wasn’t positive what he could have compared rusalka to. his limited pack experience had been that when he had been nothing more than a whelp, and then what he had learned while on the plateau. for the most part, the wolves of the plateau and the wolves of the sound were relatively similar. it was about the pack, at all times. they had gone to war for one of their own. that should have said something powerful about who they were and their loyalty to one another.
 
still, it was challenging to place that into words in order to share them with someone who knew nothing about either of his homes. he had often thought that his sales pitch of the beach pack would either make or break the possibility of someone else joining. so, he did what he could to describe the experience of rusalka in as few words as he could manage.
 
“it’s a good home. the pack is one and we will defend any of our own with our lives. when you’re a member of rusalka, you can rest knowing that all of its numbers are at your back,” the young man responded with a small nod. whether or not that was true, he felt as though it suited their pack well enough. while he didn’t think that his mother would risk the lives of their members for something foolish, he did know that she had a strong affinity toward protecting what she believed to be hers.
 
“some of us are a little rough around the edges, though,” illidan then added with a sheepish shrug.