Moonspear burn it up or just chop it down

His questions were innocent enough; the change of topic was one that Dirge found himself welcome to with a humored breath. The eagerness of Osiris to do right and do well appeased him, though he could never have claimed to have want of either when he had been the same age.

“You do plenty,” he reassured him with a bump of his muzzle. “All you need to do is pay attention to what the pack’s wants and needs are and pick up the slack in either. Which you do. Your siblings do this too.” It was an instinctive reflex, perhaps, but he also did not claim to understand those finer workings either. Though for now Dirge had not felt a necessity to rely on his children to aid such endeavors, he did know there would eventually come a time for such.

How soon that would be was another story, and one dependent upon what the future held.