Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

if it was a winner's circle of disappointments, they'd both be first place. though his mother was a black widow at best. when she stopped her heat, the woman had killed his father. she'd been an old bitch and said that Lolth had 'told her' to do it. maybe it was merely dementia. his parents were both quite old by the time he had come around. plentiful litters every year, and him... being the sole child of the last one. it maybe had been too much for the bitch to take; her last kid not contributing to the society she so worshipped. 

but he wasn't going to say any of this to Brisbane. "don't worry" Baelfire would force chuckle "I'm not trying to recruit" he'd only asked due to the lack of pack scent "Teekons are... a bit of a struggle alone. I wish you luck." if only for the man to find some companions he trusted with his life. he still wasn't sure Lost Creek Hollow had any deeper connections beyond him being their token healer. he had no... deeper relationships there aside from tutoring some of their members. only time would tell.

Brisbane had been gruff, but he wasn't one to talk anyway. Baelfire felt himself rise from the water's edge, having found ample time in talking with him. he should get back before he was missed. or the pack burned to the ground. either way. "thanks for the tips though" he added, speaking of the new plant he had been given the name of. "see you around." hopefully. with an awkward grin, he would turn and wander back to his pack.