Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Warmth rushed to the pale man's cheeks.

Ah… you honor me, Kinloch pulled the words from his chest. The knight bowed his head, gracious and humbled. Most boys would not think to extend the same offer. Anselm was cut from a different cloth, Kinloch decided. It would suit him well to build a friendship with the younger wolf.

Kinselm it is, then. I'm sure your parents will think it's a fine discovery, you know.

Kinloch knew nothing about the boy's parents. He assumed that a bright and curious young man could not have sprouted from roots of opposing traits.