Moonspear Words mean nothing when your lips are so blue

Everything Hydra said made sense, but he couldn't help wondering in the aftermath of it why she was selective sometimes and not others. Sunniva was ill, yes, but she'd promised to be loyal and Dragomir had believed her up until the moment she turned away; he wouldn't be so trusting again, but the fact remained. What drove her to regard some wolves with skepticism while believing others?

Why did you take me in if you wanted healthier wolves? he wondered, knowing the answer would probably be complicated. Vercingetorix's promise to help provide for the pack surely had a lot to do with it. At the time, Dragomir had been too consumed with the new knowledge that his dam was gone for good to really listen to the exchange between the Alpha and his father, so that agreement was lost on him. He believed he'd proven his devotion to improving himself and his loyalty to the wolves who helped him do that, but he had to know.

He had to know when to turn someone away and when to trust the potential within them.