Deepwood Weald there's a snake in your bed

Ro returned the smile, however fleeting, ears tilted forward.

He nodded at her answer. There was no explanation needed. He had seen the troubles his father had to go through. The constant squabbling of the pack, those to immature or needy to help run it correctly. He had a few he had trusted, Ro had not been one. Not that his father hadn't loved him no. But something different was always for Ro.

That's too bad. Well if you ever feel like trying your hand at teaching again. Let me know. Wait puppies? I love those little guys. My mother was due again, when I left. I will never see them, regrettably. Though my younger siblings were almost a  year when I left. I remembered when they were babies. There were older ones to, but they were long gone or about to be when I was born. All males.