Moonspear be mine

Only time would tell how things went and eventually, Dirge would fully warm to the idea of them taking the glen. A lot of it would have to do with how his son would feel, and how well he took to the responsibility that went into holding a claim. But of course, Osiris would have the advantage that Dirge and Hydra had not—another pack willing to enforce and back them. They had been fortunate enough to be in the midst of their own kin, but taking contested hunting grounds was certainly another beast altogether.

But he did not think of the ruffled hairs it may bring—Hydra’s next question distracted him.

“I’ve met her in passing once or twice,” he said, thinking of the girl. “She’s bubbly.” Different from the stony or the stoic company that made up the majority of the pack, at least. Beyond that he didn’t have much of an opinion about her one way or the other, only able to add a parting statement; “The children seem to like her well enough too, at least our more outgoing ones.”