Emberwood Fight, little wolf, fight

Chaudry had always thought himself a good man. He was cunning, strong, skilled in every way. He was the one his maman did not worry for, the responsible son.

He was a fighter, it was what he was built for. It was what his father had done, and now it was what he would do. His job was to protect territory, protect wolves, but most importantly, protect tradition. But what was he to do when it was his maman breaking said traditions?

She was the one in charge, he felt that he had no right to question her. But on the other hand, was it disrespectful to his grandmother if he did not?

He let out a heavy sigh, padding through the trees.