Ouroboros Spine We Flew On Golden Wings

Sandulf listened closely to her words. Eyes on the prize so to speak, down as he followed, watching out for the other wolves. He felt a little strange to be in territory that wasn't his own.

Our family hails from hunters. He'll do well at that.

Sandulf was mindful of running paws of little ones. He didn't wish to accidentally step on one. This was a glorious village. His little brother had done well for himself. 

Her next words caught him off guard. Rodyn's is planning on taking a wife is he? Well i'll be.

He chuckled at that he was proud of the youngling. He used to follow the hunters. He would be so tiny and we would be ranging far and wide, and he'd follow along, until he could barely stand on his paws. Then we'd have to carry him aways. He likes noise, strange thing always listening to the ground and feeling it. Hunting is our trade, but it's something different for Ro. Something different.

There was pride and love and acceptance of the wolf his brother was in his voice. His family was from good ones. They had a few bad seeds. Every family did, but for the most part. Theirs was a good one.