Northstar Vale I can shoot a shotgun, I can catch a fish

It had been nice, recently, getting closer to her son and finally feeling like she was fixing the rift she’d torn by leaving the first time. It wasn’t something that helped particularly solve the other problems, but it was something to hold onto. The one positive she could draw from what otherwise felt like a massive waste of time and energy.

He’s been here a bit, obviously. But I know he was interested in visiting other packs and learning some diplomacy. Probably something Tierra put in his mind, but no offense, he’ll be better at it. She smirked slightly at her dad, figuring he had seen enough of Tierra’s personality to understand. Her sister was a trip, and not always the good kind. Fennec figured the only reason they’d not had any interpack incidents was because Tierra also didn’t tend to do work she wasn’t told to do.

I don’t know if he was hoping to lead, someday, but it seemed like he wanted to grow a little in the ranks. I can’t help but feel like I fucked that up for him. Not that it’s my fault. It didn’t really matter whose fault it was. She’d come to the place where Killer had been happy, stayed, gotten involved with the leader, and now the entire thing looked like it was about to fall apart.