Swiftcurrent Creek What's that?

Violet. We don't call wolves like that. He's just stuck, not for any reason other than that. He spoke his voice a gentle reprimand. He didn't want her getting upset, but she also couldn't be calling other wolves names like that or stating what was on her mind. Even if it was slightly true. But gods alive he'd never tell his son that.

Arric gently wuffed in his son's face, blew a breath across his eyes and face. Trying to get him to focus on him. Hey burdi boy. He fella.

He nuzzled at his son's ear and made sure to give his daughter a soft nudge. Well done at being a good help Vi.