Lake Rodney In the rain

I can write us another starter set before dark?

The question hung in the air for a long while. 

There are more wolves who speak. Not just my mother and me, the younger wolf commented after mulling the query over in his mind. While his mother's impact on his life had been a lasting one, she had never been the root of his anger. She had always tried to make him feel special, wanted, needed even. The rest of the Starsea was not like her and they did not have the patience she had. They too had told him the destiny that rested upon him. 

Crowfeather felt sour and then guilty. He did not wish to be a poor companion to Germanicus. The forlorn youth rarely produced friends. 

The nervous beat of his heart spurred adrenaline through his limbs. Their conversation had been difficult for him, but he was seeing Germanicus share more about himself. It was not right to conceal his own past from the silver male. If they were to travel together, he must offer more of himself. 

Can we run?