Blacktail Deer Plateau In the viney darkness I find

Her son wilted slightly under the light correction, but she chose not to fawn over him. She wished for her children to grow and become capable in all tasks; they would have to learn how to take criticism alongside learning how to hunt, scout, protect and spar. She was pleased with his supple nature. 

The Moontide man earned a hearty laugh. ”Hah! I am glad I am right, finally!” She knew she would not need to explain her past errors; the wolves of these packs were likely used to being confused for one another, given their open border policies. 

To his proposal, she stamped a hefty paw to the ground, causing little pebbles to scatter. ”A hunt!” She barked, and gave a grin to her eager son. With a few more months of growth, he would be ready to join in, in an assisting position. ”Raventhorpe would be honoured.” She answered.