Swiftcurrent Creek la neta

They had a mother, it seemed—Ash Paw. “Three,” was his response, though his eyes were fast upon the den entrance. The pups should have been moving to a different den site—exploring their home bit by bit, becoming more accustom to their pack mates and culture in general. And now he had to decide if they should be whisked off to another pack—to a woman they did not know—who despite best intentions, would never be a replacement for their mother.

The battles he had seen, had fought… They were nothing compared to the emotional turmoil that clung to him now, and he was reminded of that desperate feeling that had culminated in the Empire with his previous children—that no decision would have a good outcome.

“I can bring them in a couple days time. I will stay and hunt for Ash Paw, if that is okay?”

He needed to be here, as well. But there would not be a world in which he would send his children to a stranger and not be there for them—not when their whole world, their mother, had already disappeared.