Moonspear we all have a hunger

I planned to post again, too, so thanks for pulling it out. This can be my last!

Isilmë's explanation would hopefully put to rest any lingering doubt the Alpha and Beta males might have, but neither of them gave any indication that they didn't believe what they were told. Dragomir let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding, proffering a shoulder for his sister to prop herself against if she needed. She remained upright for a while, but when she seemed to swoon a little, he pressed himself to her side and kept her up. They were unified, and he would vouch for her.

Dirge's suggestion was met with a relieved and grateful smile from Drago, whose weary eyes swept over the dark Beta then. Thank you, he breathed. He couldn't say how much their easy acceptance of his wayward sibling meant to him. They could've been a lot harsher. He'd known them to be a lot harsher over less. I'll hunt for her, too, he swore. Until she was better and could help contribute in her own way.