Swiftcurrent Creek Fatherless Son

Kieran saw the man struggling to decipher his words, and he cut a sigh short from working it’s way out of his maw. He was frustrated that he couldn’t make the wolves of his new home understand him, but he wasn’t going to work hard at cutting out everything that made him, well him. He had cut out his past, his memories everything, mostly because it hurt too much. But his language and his brogue, that would stay forever more.

" Well met shadow. scon are gran', tryin' ter make dis place me 'um. naw yer 'ad not yet met me bake ter bake" Kieran bowed his head, he had been accepted right after the alphess had left.