Whitefish River L'avant

He knew the wolf was only trying to get under his skin, but that particular insult spoke more to Chaudry's lack of being there. 

The question caught him by surprise, though. And his ears, one of which had been turned to listen to his surroundings, both turned toward the larger wolf. 

"We have. And yes," he lied. He figured if he told the wolf what was actually happening, he would treat it as a weakness. "As the only son who has been here helping, wouldn't you?"