Otatso Wetlands mmm, make it right.

Whoever that idiot had been who had stood so boldly before Stormchaser… the young wolf would not forget his face and he would not hesitate to meet him with snapping teeth and threatening force if they should meet again. A pathetic do-gooder who had thought that by throwing himself in the way, he would spare the children. Most men who acted first did not always have the capacity to think through their plans.

It was fortunate that they had escaped with two of the whelps. Stormchaser looked to young Riot. His eyes glazed over the boy, watching the roundness of his young puppy body as he scrambled toward his brother. Stormchaser wondered if he had ever been so small. It did not feel possible.

When the crone snapped at him to come to her, he turned his attention to her unscathed figure and slunk in her direction. Her instruction was to stand in the river each morning. He nodded, eyes rolling at his own misfortune. When Qiao prodded at the pups, she asked for their names. He too waited to hear the children’s answers.