Wheeling Gull Isle he worries: did he hear a goodbye? or even a hello?

A frown, deep. Having all pups make it to their first year was a miracle of the Gods all their own. They could get sick, injured, killed, even with a pack. More often then not, they get lost, leaving their pack to only guess what had become of them. He thought of his own son, how he had traveled alone at such a young age allowed by his mother only to leave again to return to her- he hoped. Without a pack? Well, it only made the losses more likely...

They do... He said then, pulling a smile together as he looked to the pile of pups within the den resting together. He would have liked to curl up with them himself, had he the right, had they been his own. He thought, then- hoped, that he would have his own this year.

He dips his head to her thanks and with a Sleep well He takes his leave. Already, he was quite sure he heard Maegi's snore.