Northstar Vale The year of the wasp

He stared as the other spoke, an unreadable expression painted on his face. "Possibly, though we do not often.. disperse." He responded, feeling some confusion at the mention of such a thing. "Though I suppose that could be why our mother pack grew so crowded."

Chaudry dearly missed his mother pack. He had come because it was what he was told to do; though if another of his brother's had been chosen over him he would not have complained. He missed the busy atmosphere and the presence of his elders, as strict as they were.

He had wondered if his mother may begin to change rules laid out by the mother pack, to become softer towards the wolves of the Teekons and to further spoil her lesser sons. Such an idea left a bad taste in his mouth.