Wapun Meadow no diggity, no doubt

Ah, fuck. He didn't get half of what Drago said, but good friends was intelligible and the rest was apparent enough. Obviously his kids would have formed connections here. They weren't sightless, speechless little beans anymore--they were living, thinking wolves with brains and shit. Opinions. This complicated things. He gave Dragomir a pained smile that grew all the more painful as the boy questioned his reasons.

So Verx was really, really thankful for his daughter when she stated her intentions to go with him, and then promptly changed the topic with. . .uh, something. She looked happy, though, and he grinned at her, the pain going away. Nice, he said cryptically, hoping that would suffice.

He turned to Drago, knowing his son deserved an answer. We used to live by the ocean, he explained, tilting his head in that direction. But some bad, ugly wolves caused trouble and we had to leave. One of them hurt me. That's why my voice is all scratchy, and where this scar comes from, Verx added, lifting his chin to show them the marred flesh, fleshy pink against the darkness of his fur.

We belong there, though, and so we're going to live there again, he said firmly. Daddy's gonna make sure that we get our home back. Our real home.