Northstar Vale Reviens-moi, mon Petit Agneau

It seemed that Viskani’s luck had worn thin. Surely, it was not from lack of effort that her son had failed to show up, and that she had found no willing recruits. She sank to the ground, and he thought he heard something defensive in her tone that warned him away from commenting on what she might have felt was an admittance of failure. 

Criticism was too easy. Starting a pack was hard. 

She questioned him then, about his desire for position. He too sank into a loaf-position on the ground, his forepaws nearly tucked. Dere be only a few of us now; it be foolish of me to ask for a promotion when it be just us…Your sons would not like it, I am sure. ‘Owever- I dis will not last. De fall comes, an’ wid de cold will come dose looking for a home. He said. Something about his gaze sharpened. I would like to be promoted in front of an audience. He said. I ‘ave been ‘ere from de beginning. I ‘unt, patrol, an’ will gat’er ‘erbs for medicines…Where you put me in de ranks, it be your choice. But it should be a rank I deserve. 

He might hold onto his favour just a little longer.