Blackfeather Woods In the valley of the shadows.

Eti dsre not even breathe as Anselm thought through what was asked. His gaze lingering on him for a minute. It burned and seared on his fur when Anselm stared. He had to soothe his insides for a momwnt before he spoke to raindrop.

You be comin' wit' me den. Come along.

He would show her of the small pack and hope ahe found a place to make her own. He'd be sure to drop something to eat and herbs at the mountain boy no now a man's den.