Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul

His teeth ground together--he had caught a grouse and was on his way back to Mae when he overheard vaguely what she spoke of.

He prowled forward, dropping the grouse unceremoniously at the paws of the Beta, though it was neither wolf in front of him who had drew his agitation. I'm going to kill him, he noted, his tone deadpan. I'm going to hunt him down, kill him and then have Arlette revive him so I can kill him again.

Was he kidding? We'll allow interpretation to the reader.

His pale eyes caught Arric's blue gaze. Mae, you should go see Reverie.

The girl had lamented she wished the gilded she-wolf was her mother. Surely, she would allow Reverie to tend her wounds.

And if there was some comfort to be found in the embrace of a mother in the process... Then perhaps that would be best.